LITTLE CLOUDS
Looking up i see the ecstasy,Of the little clouds floating by.
Drifting capriciously like watching,
Mad cap tattoos in the sky.
Littlest Clouds forming shaping,
In the bluest of my minds eye.
As an aircraft flies through,
Distorting the shapes I sigh.
Then out of clear blue sky,
As they start to reform.
I carefully watch and wait,
As a baby cloud is born.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
Written on 2025-08-28 at 03:19
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