You are the wind-kiss, my goosebumps
the stirrer of silver; moon-spilled in water.

You are the surf-sound, the sand,
and the sage-scent at dusk

You are the river and grass,
the thunderheads lazily racing over the plains.

You are my water, my solitude thirst.

Quadrille, with De hosting at dVerse. The world is “stir”.

29 responses to “Cloudscape

  1. Clouds abound, indeed, in many guises. I liked /the stirrer of silver, moon-spilled in water/.

  2. wind-kiss, surf-sound, sage-scent — these are just wonderful, Bjorn. This is a beautiful write.

  3. Writing this one down in my journal, with your name as writer of course, to use on a card for my husband one day. LOVING THIS!

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