White powder falls and coats the ground
With light and speckled flecks
In eddies dances it around
And puts me in a hex
I stare and stare and stare yet more
Transfixed on sky’s white touch
Until my eyes are stricken sore
By staring overmuch.
Tag: weather
An Alliterative
Some forty white horses went walking when wet
While waiting for waters to wane
The rain kept on running and, running, the rain
A-ran down, ruining horses’ fete.
Though bothered, bay brayers the rain best abide
And bid the bully a bonjour
But, cant’ring, the crew cursed the clouds’ grey color
And concluded they’d just come inside.
Clouds
High and low do clouds float by
Large and small they are
Wond’ring what they are do I
They fly so very far
This one is a wooden ship
This, a sneaking cat
Then they toss and turn and whip
Into this or that
I so wonder why they seem
To show us heav’nly arts
Maybe when the people dream
The clouds reflect their hearts
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