[Original Poem] Clouds of September

And through the hues
Down to the base,
Shadowy violet or stone slate
The edges glow and radiate
The spirit of a season just past its peak,
In all its ever-glory.

Some fluffy like cotton candy
Some like icing on cake -
Smeared smooth like the first scrapes…
Or the hints of whisp that make me reminisce
Back to the mist-enchanted mornings
from dreams since faded
or days once forgotten.

The contrast forms lines so clear,
Drawn by the hands of god-children
As they practice their stokes of creation.
Maybe a new world is upon us
These layers of magnificence
Harbingers of a new day...
For I’ve never seen clouds quite like these,
Not that I recall, none so beautiful
As those of this September.

Thanks to @geke and @sunravelme for editing suggestions in the poetry-workshop @ The Writer's Block

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