Marching Clouds


Pewter clouds grow and stretch
With unexpected
And uninvited suddenness
Forming blots against
A white washed sky
Acting like war weary soldiers
Trampling through a bluebonnet field
They don’t belong
And they know it


Slowly they scoot past
With their iron colored
Brothers in tow
Imprisoning the sunset beyond
Their random puffiness
These haughty clouds
March slowly out to sea
As twilight slowly drops its veil
To darkness