I wish

July 21 2015



I were a fecund cloud
Trotting over mounds and glens
Incessantly maundering
Jaded
Sere
Famished 
Despondent
Aphormous
Fugacious
Yet never renounced 
the hope 
Of smelling your unrefined scent
As you open a window
To salute raw sunlight 
On a brumous morrow