They sail on high and fill the sky
With shapes asunder, large and small,
Harbingers of rain, or thunder,
Giving relief to the thirsty earth.
They move without a single sound
As shadows creep across the ground,
Separating, pooling, as the wind blows,
Journeying as far and wide as the sky goes.
©Denise G Allen, 24 July 2014 09:41