The flocculent clouds

Puffed in the sky

Like giant marshmallows

Tempting the eye

The wind carrying them east

Beyond the line of vision

Dividing the horizon

With a precise incision

The sun covered momentarily

A showing of prediction

To only reappear

With courage of its conviction

As twilight arrives

At its recommended time

Nature’s shift begins

Its internal rhyme


Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

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  8 comments for “Clouds

  1. November 23, 2018 at 11:38 am

    Thanks Christine, I love everything and anything to do with clouds…

  2. November 22, 2018 at 2:02 pm

    My, how beautifully you have described the clouds! ❤️

    • Christine Bolton
      November 22, 2018 at 5:07 pm

      Aww thanks 💕

      • November 22, 2018 at 11:31 pm

        You are welcome Christine. ❤️

  3. November 21, 2018 at 7:48 pm

    the rhythm of nature is so grand here Christine, love how you describe them , my most favourite past time is watching the clouds,

    • Christine Bolton
      November 22, 2018 at 1:00 am

      Yes! I find them fascinating and beautiful 🙂💕

  4. November 21, 2018 at 3:26 pm

    Fine writing and thanks for teaching me a new word..flocculent!

    • Christine Bolton
      November 21, 2018 at 3:29 pm

      Lol! I had to look that one up and just hope I used it in the right (and only) way. 🤣 It supposed to mean fuzzy or woolly ☺️

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