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