Clouds march across the sky
In rows of military majesty.
Slowly, serenly, so stately
While the morning moves along.
This is the way the day starts
As it has from the beginning,
In shades of blue and gray
like some Civil War battlefield
Though without the bloodshed
Of a time so very long ago.
Clouds forever some par of the world.

11/18/2009

Author's Note: ... I looked up this morning, and the clouds were marching....

Posted on 11/18/2009
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