Every kind of cloud
Has a faint shade of shudder
And the pallor of oncoming death
Even at dawn
This rose is flecked with dew.
which shimmers and inspires
a simple reflection of my awakened mind.
A mind that sometimes has razors in it...yet sometimes has raisins
But when the cloud is the shadow of war
Blinding us from the light of universal compassion
Then view that cloud reflected in a drop of dew
and watch its waves ripple out into an ocean
to embrace and release every kind of cloud
the cloud I'm on and falling through

Thorntrees tear greedy at the flesh
While the night sky is full of fire
Nature has other things to do*
.
Blend mist and wind to sustain me
With my riveted shield and spear
I will guard the gate this night
.
* Roethke

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first 4 lines --- powerful! Drm
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Bow and flows of angel hair
and ice cream castles in the air
and feather canyons everywhere
I've looked at clouds that way.
Joni Mitchell
(not nearly as intellectual as Roethke. A simple minstrel.)