Nimbus
Nimbus
Billowing plumes of white on a cerulean sky,
Proud and tall they stand aloft.
Swelling with pride, they grey with age,
Marching forwards, delivering swift judgment to whoever was so unwise as to not cower at their coming.
Flashing and smoldering with light and fury,
And pounding the earth with their tears.
Copyright © Davis Mills | Year Posted 2022
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