Right on top of that hill purple
Where down the valley graze cattle
Floating they move- the misty clouds-
Clad in pure white and selfless grey,
Parting the sky,
Like fluttering spongy cotton bustle…
Swiftly they move on a mission
As if, a mystery I wonder;
Wait O mind, you not wander blind;
Puzzle solved, put your pen down;
It starts drizzling…
The mission is over- they bring you rain…
Kesav Venkat Easwaran
12 May 2011
Image: Flickr/Craig Jewell
Interesting. The visual image creates the scene as the colours and lovely imagery unfold, expressing the poet's dilemma until reality ends it. Fun and beautiful.