I remember that day, and my looking up at those clouds.
The underside, or belly, of the clouds. They did look muscular and intimidating, haughty, distant, and threatening.
Clouds? Those gentle, puffy creatures?
Oh yeah. They can get right vicious, when their tail gets caught in that wringer!
That poem is almost a year old but I couldn't resist posting it today.
I have others that I will bring out to showcase your talent when something pings my memory. Thank you.
Hi! I always thought clouds were soft till I went up on my first plane trip and we went through them. They were hard and bumpy! Who knew!
Your poem was very descriptive, made me see what I was reading--I love it!