Clouds

Clouds
Low lying clouds glide effortlessly across the horizon
Seemingly grazing tree tops along their journey
Who bow graciously to the north west winds
Hail to you who hails not
Engorged with life filling properties
Smiling, I welcome you to my open arms
Open and touching
Being touched by life
A crack opens making way for sun
Shining for a moment
Covered
Hiding
Allowing for the gray
Matter gray/white
Filled
Thinking
Filled cranium BRAIN
Brine are with salt
Save these
The fresh as in the tress
The salt within us. ~ Maggie ~ Penned prior to 3:00 p.m. Sept. 9, 2008