Nimbus Limbus

A sky without clouds is a meadow without flowers. - Thoreau

clouds form from nowhere

dance a grey, taunting hustle

a tearful prayer

Author's Note

"It is better to have your head in the clouds, and know where you are... than to breathe the clearer atmosphere below them, and think that you are in paradise." - Thoreau

Reviews

[Ern M. Yoshimoto]

it is hard to tell someone else how much i love the clouds. the sky, when clear, is blissful blue. yet it is much more interesting, especially late afternoon when clouds flow in like brush-strokes to create an inimitable scene. this haiku captures the awe i feel on such days. your writing is nearly as good as the real thing.