Clouds sink down the hills, but where do they go
to a white frozen land of ice and snow.
Do they go to a planet far beyond this earth
or do they meet the horizon where the tide meets
the surf.The candy floss clouds that never stop forming
in clusters on a mountain top. Where dreams of fulfilment
never stop Spring like clouds that change with the weather.
that darken the moors and play havoc with the heather.
Clouds of sadness that has no silver lineing
where hearts are sad and the world is pinning.
A cloud in a blue sky just pass it by,
but when the sky turns grey, that means rains on it's way.
sylvia spencer
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/clouds-7/