Below me, a bank of clouds,
a deceptively solid mass.
As with mobs, and moving crowds,
it abides no guide or compass.
.
As if driven by its changing shape,
it drifts beyond itself,
as one amorphous cloudscape
on its way to somewhere else.
.
With dissolving definition,
it balloons in to a form
with potential recognition
as an agitated storm.
.
What's coming is grey and humourless.
What's gathering is darkly cumulus.
.
© Tim Grace, 13 November 2010
(Revised 20 March 2022)
About the Creator
Tim Grace
A first impression has a lasting effect - it makes a notable difference. In a subtle way that’s who I am as a poet. A ‘first impression’ looking for the gentle ‘twist’ that draws attention to a novel observation.
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