Comes a cumulus caravan
Mutely floating by;
Shaggy beasts of mythic shape
Across the bluest sky.
Bearing packs of childhood treasures;
Motionless, yet still proceeding
Past my earthbound spot.
Stretching back beyond horizons,
Drifting toward the East,
Where picnic children wait to greet
Each fluffy snow white beast.
©1999 William L. Steen