Reblogged from Teacher as Transformer:
Kathy's niece took these pictures of boomers the other night west of Edmonton. Kathy and I talked about what we saw in the clouds. There is a lot in there and yesterday, as I walked, I understood clouds meaning something different during different seasons of life.
The spring of childhood,
Clouds were homes
Where
My imagined friends
Came to life…
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Comments on: "Seasons of Clouds" (1)
Hi Bette-
Please pop over to my blog and take a peek at my acknowledgement of your most kind award nomination. Your thoughtfulness is very much appreciated! Chat with you soon, I hope and thank you sincerely!
Cheers,
Cindy