From Darren Harper
Halifax, UK (‘Home of good old Yorkshire clouds’).
A short poem about clouds
I wandered lonely as a man
Through barren streets and towns
When all at once I saw a cloud
A smile to raise my frowns.
The furrowed brow, the sullen eyes
Sparkled and came alive
When all at once that cloud appeared
Blessed by the divine.
© Darren Harper (Member 5462)