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Ghost Clouds
by Adrian CalhounShades of white,
hues of grey,
dancing in the midnite sky.
Moving swiftly to their destination,
effortlessly changing shapes,
gracefully caressing,
bathing in the moonlight.
As they pass,
a moments shadow cast,
but they never stay long.
Their journey,
sometimes in a single night,
carries them miles away,
and for some,
wisps of life are brief.
Some may never see the light of day,
but tomorrow night,
many more will dance.
Ghosts of the night,
riding on the wind,
are these clouds.
Vanishing without a trace.
01/20/2002 Posted on 01/20/2002
Copyright © 2025 Adrian Calhoun
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 10/15/02 at 02:52 AM Wow! As a life long avowed cloud watcher and admirer, really enjoyed this piece Adrian Sir. ;o) |
| Posted by Michelle Calhoun on 04/12/03 at 10:28 PM Great imagery, I almost feel as if I were standing outside. Good nature piece. |
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