Way of the Clouds

Clouds,
Dimensional, graceful,
A dust bowl of swirls,
Spirited, soaring,
Overhead wanderers in the wind.
But wait… menacing-gray forms
Assaulting the night,
Warring on the terrain,
A blackened sight.
But soon the threat is over.
Floating royalty returns:
Glowing, reigning
Volumes of white.

Through the 3rd Eye was supported in its inception by the Grand Rapids Humanities Council and is currently made possible by continued volunteer effort and private support. Copyright 2013.