
at rest on a hill,
clouds form & shift shapes;
i read their story.

at rest on a hill,
clouds form & shift shapes;
i read their story.


canoe seems doomed
to hit a midstream boulder:
current-swept offline.

thunder rumbles —
gray clouds stretch overhead;
sun finds its way through.

a dark cloud blocks
the Summer sunset,
but light won’t be pent.

at day’s end,
atop the mountain, clouds
look like snowy peaks.