THIN CLOUDS

Today, thin clouds gather

over the desert.

Rosy hues grip

their undersides.

A small breeze

pushes the sage brush.

Sand rattles

over the road.

Now I want

to be that stone

at the creek edge

worn smooth by water

and finally

growing moss.

    Do you know the adage, A rolling stone gathers no moss?  This poem plays on that theme.  Can you see the pictures?  In writing today's poem try developing a picture in your writing.  Describe the setting.  Remember to use all of your five senses.  Have fun and I hope you'll share your poem with me.