Each Passing Cloud

Indelible link to a bygone event, one clutches with foolproof recall, of cerulean cloud-ridden sky, on that pivotal day I penned my first opus, I strolled at a leisurely pace, down this charming but tangled green lane, that would later perturb the gist of my tract, uncanny those sun-streak formations, sinuous transient rich-coloured sequence, each passing cloud had this mammoth offshoot, kaleidoscope medium hue snatch, wild spur to psychic pictorial harvest, downward plod seemed so apt as a title, perky whisper from cotton wool sweep, had its dawn in thin veil mists, I zestfully scribbled each thought, without stick, hum and haw, tribulation, prickly hedge, blue fly drone, rambling briar, found their unforeseen Orphic voodoo, fervent stanza and spiral quicksand, spooky banshee air wail raucous thriller, to spore shedding fern, somber ripple or dash, tangy vapour guide rails afterglow, drop by drop float on satin rim fleece, and so my first plot was conceived, at the whim of a noonday cloud