From Jonathan Freeman.

From Jonathan Freeman.

East Sussex, United Kingdom

A Cloud Sonnet

Clouds of the skies are nothing like the sun
Rain proves more cooling than what shade they shed
A brilliant moon grants a victory won
And the way through the snow has more solid a tread
But you, you are so fair, so free
Flowers spared weeds or a blossom without stem
Like so much wool scraped on an air dead tree
Cotton more free than the hands that once picked them
And yet you, you are all around
Wisped whither you will – still you choose to linger
And share with us that sudden sound
That spoils summer days without pointing a finger
When it’s done we’ll run, long for the sun we want
Done with fun save one – I stand there non-chalant

© Jonathan Freeman.

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