Nuages
An adagio of misty
whites
Drifting silently
below the summer blue
Across a wide
expansive sky
From horizon to
zenith
Then slowly floating
away
Carrying my swirling
dreams
Of argent swans
bears
Ships sailing
Far over lakes
marshes
Checkered
countryside
Their earth shadows
following
In harmony with
clear light
Later in the light
slanted afternoon
The marching clouds
silently recede
Only to leave a
burning sun fall
A cumulus of dreams
J. T. Milford is a retired CPA who has just completed his first book of poetry.
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