From Susan Ellis

Field of Clouds

Like a carpet of soft feathers

They spread out under my feet

As I step into them my limbs are swallowed up,

I sink down into their billowy texture,

Something akin to cotton wool.

My skin is comforted at their touch

A sort of warmth is spread throughout my body.

As I tread carefully, and stealthily,

Through their multitude of white, and grey fluffiness,

I want to throw myself down,

And sink into their midst.

To be swallowed up and enveloped,

By their puffed up plumpness.

I marvel at this splendour before me,

I am amazed , I’m in awe, at this my field of clouds.

© Susan Ellis 5/1/2010

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