Drawing to
A
Close
Where
Did the time
Go?
I think that I shall never see
A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
A tree that looks at God all day
A tree that may in summer wear
Upon whose bosom snow has lain
Poems are made by fools like me
Cast across the sky above
Sketched by Hand with care and loveWispy, fluffy, or black and mean
Vaporous artistry is seenQuick, before there’s time to think
It morphs again in but a winkWeekly Prompts Wednesday Challenge: Clouds
Stirring up
Be careful