Saturday, January 13, 2007

~Little Cloud~


I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers

From the seas and the streams

I bear light shade for the leaves when laid

In their noonday dreams

From my wings are shaken

The dews that waken

The sweet buds every one

When rocked to rest on their mother's breast

As she dances about the sun

I wield the flail of the lashing hail

And whiten the green plains under,

And then again I dissolve it in rain

And laugh as I pass in thunder....