Clouds are so profound
and comforting
with constantly changing
displays of white, black , shades of grey
on a background of blues

Since I came to sit on this back deck
after the fires with their own
terrifying skies
I sit and watch
from a perfect northerly aspect
the constant performance
in the sky of my new life

Today the bright light
from the west
is creating mountains of snow
drifting deliciously slowly
towards the sea in the east

No two moments the same
in slow motion
the wonders of time
as a dimension
I can’t quite grasp

My clouds today
are a metaphor ever ending
the story of a journey
not completed yet!