Autumn Morning

White clouds
stretch across the eastern horizon
as if a mountain range
had settled on the plains

as the sun, at morning's midpoint
each ridge and peak and form

all set upon a canvas
of sky in shades so blue
they take your breath away

the blowing wind sculptures
the clouds as they begin to separate
into unique and individual forms
they touch and meld and drift apart again
each somewhat changed through the experience
much as we are

? Michaelette ?

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