Clouds change shapes
Floating in the air
Rectangles, triangles
bunnies and bears.
They’re fluffy and white
Then black and blue
Reminds me how fast
You change…too.
No telling what
A day will bring
You walk away sad
Then come back…and sing.
No matter how bright
The day starts…you see
Like the clouds
Your moods… flicker or flee.
Copyright/ Sheila Grimes/ November 11, 2012
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