POETRY: CLOUDS

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— Virginia Carrell Prowell (10/16/21)

On a partly cloudy day

My mind drifts to the sky

Images of countless figures

Begin to appear before my eyes.

A pack of dogs chasing a rabbit

Too bad they can’t catch it,

He hopped behind a big black cloud, Never again to be found.

A school of fish goes swimming by, then they’re gone in a blink of the eye!

Looking to the North and what I see gives me pause,

There he is, bigger than life,

Beloved and jolly Santa Claus.

When the day ends, a great reward appears out of a clear blue sky, a Blessed Angel floating with her wings spread high.