Thursday 7 January 2010

Sky Riders

Foaming, scudding bloated clouds, cumulo-nimbus, mackerel hues,

capering through the leaden skies, celestial bodies hiding.

Frosty, clear as icy glass, thin and cold forbidding winds,

blown like crystal where it shines, sparkling fragments binding.

Warm and sweet as lover’s kiss, caressing gently where it goes,

golden comfort filled with sun, over hillsides gliding.

Swirling, smoky, leafy force, tearing leaves of branch and bough,

lifting skirts and stealing slates exultant rain-hags riding.

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