I once heard a poet describe clouds as God’s dreams
Large and billowy, long and slender, dark and ominous, infinite variety
Divine metaphors for our doubts, hopes, fears, and illusions
Revealed as transitory phenomena
Evanescing in the essence of pure sky
Endnote: This poem is dedicated to my sister, Joan, because it's one of her favorites.
Wow! Fantastic! Your beautiful soul shines through.
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