A bright pin pierces Between blue cloth, white brush-strokes, Of a matte painting.
Tag: clouds
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Pink feathered cloud —
Roof for pink galahs, their cries
Sharp as the sharp cold. -
The clouds descend
Roar, soak the earth, return — to
Sun-lit, silver peaks -
one flat-based cloud rests on a glass under-sky its copies — countless
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wrapped up warm:
a fleece of cloud-wool covers
house, river, hill -
the earth is small
under the strife overhead
of cloud armadas -
Five seconds' sunset —
The leaden sky is bright, for
One brass memory. -
white and grey brush-strokes
stipple and sweep the sky — rain
empty promises -
The night clouds fall
Loose, and lumpy; mottled
Like blurred, dark marble -
A prism'd cloud
Splits the sun sideways, into
Gold and grey beams
Jenkins Rising 