Clouds

Dont know where they come from
Where they go

With a mind of their own

Creating shapes that change so fast

They seem to be on a journey

Is there a destination ?

Does there have to be a destination?

With an innocence

That charms and hold you spell bound

The waft around in unison or as lone travelers

They dot the blue sky

Sometimes dressed in the whitest robe

Or clothe themselves in the gentlest pink

Or a dreamy orange

Sometimes even a steely blue...

And even in the shades of ashes of roses

Fashionistas indeed are these Angel's

Calming, soothing the ones they behold

They hold your gaze in the most mysterious ways .

Sometimes they appear to pause and are so still that you need to keep looking

Come the rains,they step down lower from their heights to share their travel stories with the mountains and the tree tops.

They turn misty and reach out to envelope you in this gentle embrace

Their whispers charm you with their robe of disappearing breath

I wait and watch for the new kids on the block

While they slowy float in harmony.

Messengers of good cheer and joy!