Clouds   Leave a comment

On the Seventh day of rest

An ancient mist came to settle

Upon the Master’s long and luminous eyelash

When the song of seabirds rose to wake

The Master’s lash, upon opening, upset the mist

Splashing it across the skies to become the very first of clouds

Doreen Birdsell

Clouds

Posted February 12, 2013 by doreenbirdsell in Spiritual Impressions

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