Lovely challenge, Cee. Watching the clouds pass by, even for a short time, refreshes my soul. I become a child again. ~
Cotton in the sky
Clouds tell stories – one, two, three
April breeze whispers (Haiku)
Whoever is a cloud watcher might like to read my poem Cloud Gazing. This poem now appears in my book “Dreams On My Pillow”.
~Polar Bear in the sky
© 2015 Irina Dimitric