I Watch The Clouds

So my poems rhyme, most of the time, and that’s because a lot of my poems become songs. However, this one did not but, it’s still one of my favourites. On a cold Ontario morning, I was staring out a window at a typical December gale, and this is what I thought.

The poem, I Watch The Clouds. An image of a person in a winter jacket and tam looking out on a winter landscape