the sky was casting cloud seeds

I watched as they took root

shadow and light

bony fingered tree shadows

tickle clapboard ribs

never the same from moment to moment

and always rushing toward the sea

indian summer

like the breath of a baby on its mother's cheek

things that are orange...

traffic cones, tiger lillies, life preservers,

cantaloupe, marmalade, candy corn

ummm...what else?

tree stump

rotten to the core and yet still a thing of beauty

stone

what a beautiful building material the land provides

thank you all for your cloud comments yesterday.

what fun to hear the clouds speaking such wisdom with so many different accents.