Sunday 11 January 2015

76: One Cloud


Lonely as a swan without its mate
One cloud slips quietly across
The never-ending blue sky
The scene changing slowly
As the quiet breeze ruffles my hair.

Scanning the far horizon
For signs of a mate
I see only empty azure perfection
The barometer indicates no change
The weather is set fair.

Suddenly there is a playful wind
Twirling sand along the beach
As sand blocks my vision
The daylight dims a while
Gradually the stinging sand subsides
And calm returns to the beach.

The bright sunlight is strangely absent now
There is a new cloud in the sky
Blocking out the sun
Pushing that first lonely cloud along
Shoeing it protectively like a mother hen
One cloud is alone no more.


Lady Satellite

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