L Milton Hankins Poet Quintain (Sicilian)

Cloud Metaphor

Clouds in the sky reveal their intention
Their color is always a dead giveaway,
There is no known effective intervention.
You know what’s coming if they are gray,
Gathered in a group for a sky convention.

If they are white and fluffy like cotton
We do not give them a second thought
They’ll soon pass over, entirely forgotten
If a pleasant east wind they have caught
I’ve thought, for a cloud, this is so rotten.

Written October 18, 2022

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Caren Krutsinger October 21, 2022 at 2:03 AM This is oh so true! "Their color is always a dead giveaway," L Milton Hankins October 21, 2022 at 8:54 AM I love to sit and watch the big, fluffy ones, though.

Michael Tor October 18, 2022 at 9:23 PM They have been gray here lately Milton lots of rain. I guess that is better than snow. Are we ever happy with the weather? L Milton Hankins October 19, 2022 at 9:10 AM I am, Michael, when the sky is a brilliant blue with white, fluffy clouds! Oh, yeah, any day....

Sand Blown October 18, 2022 at 8:55 PM ...sunsets...dawns....dark clouds and rain against an uncovered sun.....well sir, its... grab the camera....and start shootin ; ) ....stans sand L Milton Hankins October 18, 2022 at 9:11 PM Thanks, Stans. Appreciated it.