Tuesday, 16 August 2011

Roof

A dream recedes, unrealized.


Pillow clouds

race below the sky;

dip, evade, outwhisp themselves,

fan out, turn round

and coalesce

into a roof of grey.


More constant than the dreamer

who is a butterfly!

1 comment:

  1. I especially liked "outwhisp themselves" n.i.c.e.

    :0)

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