Mapled Cotton Candy Clouds
by
Brenda Reeves Sturgis
The clouds have fallen
They're in the sky no more
Blanketed on bended birch,
and toppled tree.
Adorn each limb and branch,
Graze each grassy knoll.
Mapled cotton candy clouds
Dissolve with one quick lick
Or tear
Or drop of rain
winter’s last dreamy delight
While spring tiptoes nearby.
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