Clouds you are too much!

Dabs appear,

on fresh stillness,

to stir it to life.

But the day dawns.

Patchless.

Morning clouds,

you are too much.

To bear with,

in just one sky.

Fade out you will,

for sure.

Or change into,

hopes; or despair.

You are too cloudy too.

But still keep obtaining.

Here. There. Anywhere.

Morning clouds.

Rajbir Deswal Nov 21,2010