5-7-5 (take-five-hundred-and-thirty-six : mill)

a cloud is captured
on the sails of the old mill
a dream ground to dust

5-7-5 (take four-hundred-and-seventy-seven : forecast)

these moving mountains
threatening our horizons
such storms are coming

5-7-5 (take eighty-eight)

The cloud forms a heart
split not by cupid’s arrow
but streaking contrails

5-7-5 (take eighty-three : view from the window of inter city express #79)

clouds on the highwires
tightrope walking to heaven
with no safety net

Nubes Pacem

a cloud shaped like a dragon
floats menacingly above
the spring wind gently strokes it
and leaves behind a dove.

Rain

They are not rainclouds
but the dreams
of those
whose tears are done,
thoughts, silver lined
with hope
for the coming of the sun.