Each Passing Cloud

Each passing cloud, a new day formed with floating dreams of human song. Traveling slow in winds’ fair breath to places where earth hearts still long. Above the cares of life below possessing warmth, rain or cold, our future of the day bestows, a fleecy bed or stormy bold. More than vapor, air and smog sometimes we venture in the midst and feel the might of floating force that shakes a jet like angry fists. Each passing cloud, a memory fond of times mankind touched heights profound and with our knowledge passed them by in stratospheres to moondust bound. Cumulus, cirrus, stratus, and nimbus, varied clouds of changing face. Skyborne pillows bless our sights, each passing cloud, an earthly grace. 3/6/2023 Each passing cloud Poetry Contest Sponsored by: JCB Brul