To be a cloud

Bright and windy
Shape shifting
Patterns changing
Like flour sifting

Stormy and mild….upon
stage of open skies
Constant costume changes,
before one’s wondering eyes

Appearing…then disappearing
Houdini of the air
Here in one moment
And in the next…simply not there

Sun hider
Moon rider
Sky glider
Gentle…wild

Lightning tosser
Rain maker
High…low
Dramatic…mild

Bluster y…billowy
Poofy…pillowy
Every day’s a good day
…to be a cloud...

poem by David Whalen
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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