Clouds drift
In billowing embrace
Reassuringly grey
Unexpectedly white
Wrapping me up
And tucking me in
Safe under duvet skies
Content on verdant pillows
Happily watching
Short days
Curl in on themselves
Longing for rest
In search of dreaming
While puce clouds
Weigh the option
Of dropping their ballast
To water
Ideas of winter
— Wayne Visser