A Host of Clouds



Today the sky is clear where we are, but yesterday, clouds nearly covered the sky, with patches of blue between them.

I could find a photo of clouds, but this time I'll let you imagine them, as we do sometimes, trying to match a shape of white to something it resembles.






Clouds


Some days the clouds are only cotton puffs in the sky but
other days like sheets of batting in Grandma’s quilt
a miles-long blanket that keeps the sun from peeking through

cottonpuffsjoinedtogether
mashedpotatohills   dumplings without the gravy

Holes in clouds need no mending
They let the sun shine to the earth below

Tractor tire clouds can’t be copied

Monstrous black clouds
with thunder and lightning before the
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Each one is as different as you and I

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