cloud bed

cloudbed1A cloud has made its bed
in the valley behind the house.
Sleeping late,
the sky has brightened
and blued above it.
Climbing above the eastern ridge,
the sunlight reaches down,
and lights it up in glowing white.
Awoken,
it climbs,
reluctantly,
from its green bed,
and stretches up,
fingers twining through the trees
and curling around the house,
shrouding and hiding it.
Then it left.
No trace of white remains
between the blue above
and the green below.

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