Layers of clouds
Layers of clouds
Layers of clouds unfold across the sky
That’s grey and soft and wintry
They bunch where they meet the sea
And greet the far horizon.
Beyond Dun Leary piers and spires
Where man’s presence melts
And nature rises higher
Inviting bunched clouds to hover
On this middling Monday of no import
Saved by Grace of God from breaking news
And breathless mindless Sky reports
Shielded in our little seaside resort.
The clouds advancing from the East
Grey against a pastel white
Framed by bare trees of shorn leaves
Exposed and nude to winters storms.
Leaner and best prepared for gales
That shake our roofs and attics
Natures way to die and rise again
To confound our science and despair.
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