THE CELESTIAL QUARTET

There were four clouds
dark as mid-nigh
standing on a dusk horizon.

 

Their horizontal stance done
they appeared vertical
and they were side by side –
tall they seemed to me to be.

 

Though I was sure
that clouds can never sing
I swear I heard them
just before the darkness of the night
began to steal their song.

This entry was posted in Poems. Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply