Autumn clouds are so heavy.
They just hang there. Still. Their cloud bellies full of summer memories.
They mull them over. One at a time.
Little cloud eyes pinched tight to push each memory movie forward.
Forward.
Forward.
To the horizon.
Where the earth will soon again bow to welcome the spring sun as it swings around the earth to skate across their puffy cloud faces.
Waking them.
Lighting them.
Lifting them.
Up.
Up.
To where tomorrow never ends.
Photo & Poem by Olga, my dear friend and great creative collaborator.
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A whispering poem. I promise, it spoke to me in hushed tones!
ReplyDeleteEnjoyed it very much- thanks for sharing Nat.
Convey my best to your friend Olga:)