blown silently in on the whisper
of a warm, westernly wind,
they fill the clear blue sky—
and our imaginations—
with whimsical musings.
they gather closely about
the full winter moon
like moths drawn to a flame.
these clouds—
fluffy, light, and low—
bask in the moon’s friendly glow
as they whisper exciting tales of
far-off travels and
magical adventures to their friends,
the stars in the sky.
so innocent in nature,
these clouds gather to warn of
something far more sinister—
a blinding winter blizzard.
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