Whisps of wind, crisp and thin,
leave the raindrops glistening,
picturing, clouds light and soft,
left my Words up to Microsoft,
a 1000 atoms, boundless matter,
vaporous sky like rings of saturn,
a rainy day, its insane you say,
the tears the clouds drain away,
they fall upon us, all admonished,
sky is clear, each fall to autumn,
winter comes, hindered some,
like a muddy foot in the glum,
snows feathery, soft to touch,
outside shoes aren't off as much,
tumbling toes down rumbling snow,
beneath the horizon's underglow,
a tint of fear, a hint is bleared,
every time an icky winter's near,
afterwards, spring growing near,
no more snow from toe to ear,
it's missed much, the days end,
spring skys, no hot sun blazing,
life blooms, on our subtle earth,
sky's light & grass, a mother's birth,
perfect clouds, the sky was arted right,
sunny days, and stars at night,
whipping winds, are tripping kids,
they're blowing hair and picnic lids,
the sky's disposition, good or bad,
it still never did a thing it shouldnt have.