Clouds and Crowns No.6
And I am caught by wonders of new birth,
Not knowing yet how quickly all things die,
Assuming as I run that I can fly,
That life springs always out in vibrant mirth.
Still all my dreams are equal in their worth;
The clouds collect expectant in the sky,
With promises and oceans to supply,
And mouths to fill, and dreams of spreading girth.
Yet sometimes, passing over, they forget
To bring the restoration they assure,
The sky returned to flatness and to blue,
And I am left in dryness and in heat,
The rules of mind unsettled, insecure,
No longer sure that clouds say what is true.
The Consolations of Writing 
I’m glad we have clouds to tell us stories though 🙂
Me too 🙂 The clouds get reinstated in the next part of the poem.
Like they reinstated themselves this morning in Shropshire – more of a grey blanket this time though 😦
According to the weather report, they’re about to reinstate themselves in Melbourne too 🙂
I know that feeling, assuming I can fly–it give me joy, and wears me out! God bless you today–sis Caddo
Hopefully one day we will be able to fly after all 🙂
Amen, we will!
Exquisite!
Thanks!