A Friday Drive

Cloud Shadows

Rising up from the dirty city

Twists and turns in the road

My spirit feels lighter, still

In the flowing hills of Tennessee


Turning slowly to my right

My attention caught suddenly

I see the artistic wonders

Of the spaces between the light


I see cloud shadows

Etching their marks on these hills

Causing a new depth and substance

I see cloud shadows


A hawk circles lazily

As if dancing on a cloud

Her call so sweet and proud

It calls to me to see the beauty


Carol Campbell

Thanks, La for these beautiful words. “Cloud shadows”!


Published by: writersdream9

I have been writing all my life but for the most part, it has been a secret. My parents did not believe writing was a good way to earn money so I hid my poems. Then one day, I wanted to comment on an essay that a friend had written and found myself with a blog. That quiet whisper inside said, "You can write your poetry and no one will ever know.". I knew nothing of followers and the like at that time. So, here I am trying to learn my craft and enjoying every moment of it. My personal details are, I'm 57, married for 39 years, have one grown son who is God's gift to us and last but not least at all, I'm a Baha'i which basically means that I love all humanity.

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