From Andrew Barrett.

From Andrew Barrett.

Drew from Maidstone UK.

Drifting Vapours.

Do clouds sleep as they stroll the skies?

While their haunting beauty is outlined by full moon

Yet with morning dew still on the ground

They awaken without a yawn, stretch or sound

With life not always knowing that they are there

They look down with a devious stare

A suspicion is aroused that when they huddle together

That they are plotting

For only they can decide the weather

Passive white turns to undecided grey

Which seems an omen for the rest of the day

Afternoon departs as blackness overlaps

With an open arm to the wind

Storm cloud also invites lightning in

Smothered light fades shadows

With darkness drawing nigh to weep

As storm clouds explode

Rain falls heavily toward those that sleep.

© Andrew Barrett.

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