Cloud Towers

Thunder is grumbling down again,
Out of that un-ironed pile of forgotten clouds,
towering over the Alps.
Sweltering, breaking heat
A few 11 o’clock fireworks,
Even here.
.
.
.
.
bonniemcclellan's avatar

By bonniemcclellan

Mother, poet, american ex-pat from Texas living in Northern Italy.

1 comment

Leave a comment

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.