Clouds Haiku

Smaller cloud trails large,
the gentle wind, helpfully
nudges to catch mom.




White sliding on white,
cottony clouds slipping past;
Not a strand mussed.




Airplane slipping through -
shy don't wings catch cotton wisps;
trail it in tehir wake?




Sitting shoreside, smooth
water reflects setting sun -
clouds, swirling gently.

June 1996

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