~
the
skies breath
aloud their sighs
as county-sized clouds
tower o'er the countryside
severed by the mountain's scythe
remnants scattered now like little spies
no hope of rebound to their former glory
only obliterated slices now the sun can’t hide
clouds reduced to skyscraper size must now suffice
and on it goes, cumulus fingers sliced by lofty granite spires.
~
*post script.
just a playful mix
of mindless alliteration
with a bit of concrete.*