Baby clouds dot
the afternoon sky
Reminding me of a
playground full of children
I wonder if the clouds noticed
The parade of geese this morning?
Adults noticed-
I’m certain of that!
Cranky car horns honked,
unintentionally joining
The naturally humorous
noise of such a procession
What if children witnessed the parade?
Would their laughter influence
Reactions powerful enough
to transform the noises of
impatience, anger, and greed
Enticing wearied souls
back to the carefree
wonder of childhood
At least long enough to enjoy
a morning parade of geese
Tag: clouds
Getting Carried Away
Where would I wish to go?
And who might do the carrying?
If carried by a cloud,
wherever the wind blew-
Watching shadows float
across the landscape below
Not simply reclining, but
looking through binoculars
Searching the trees, flowers,
and people below in hopes
of greater understanding
If carried by a horse-
Sitting tall, laughing
As my hair flows behind me
Holding tight to the reins
Exploring places only
The horse knows how to find
Admiring hidden
landscapes, amazed.
I’d have so much to learn.
As with any trip,
It would eventually
come to an end
And I would free
fall, confident
You’d catch me
and carry me home
From Gray to Baby
Dashes, dots, light
Lines, spaces, patterns
Letters, numbers, sounds
All Building blocks for
endless foundations able
to reveal the unseen
Logic and reason may
not be our first thought
upon hearing a Symphony
Yet, they are present
in each phrase
We may not consider
the patterns of numbers
and letters needed to
fly an airplane
Yet, without them
We would never witness
the majestic layers of
a sunset above the clouds
Burnt orange
Bright yellow
Blues ranging
from gray to baby
I’m beginning
to understand
There are many things
I may never understand
Simply Sunday
Happy Mother’s Day
The Space Between Clouds
Shifting Senses
When atmospheric conditions
make it nearly impossible
to discern who is moving
And who is standing still
An out-of-balance feeling
quickly comes and goes
Offering no answers to
the resulting questions
Am I moving forward?
Am I standing still?
What about you?
Where are we headed?
I can’t feel the Earth moving
Yet, it is in constant motion
The clouds are floating
Yet, when layered just right
in front of the sun
It is the sun I see shifting
Do the answers matter?
Or simply the sense of wonder
which precedes the questions
Afternoon Blues
Wrap me securely
in afternoon blues-
Only not too tight
A white cottony cloud
gently cradled by
powder blue skies
A newborn baby
swaddled in a
handsewn blanket
Wrap me securely
in afternoon blues-
Only not too tight
Ease the weight
of my fears, as
teardrops freely fall
Bring peace that
lasts through the
deepest midnight
Wrap me securely
in afternoon blues-
Only not too tight
Breathless
Stretched across the sky
A swimmer, graceful and strong
Head tilted to one side
One arm stretched out in front
The other by her side, mid stroke
Gliding across the blue
Legs stretched out behind
feet gently kicking-
Every muscle engaged
Strange, the thought of
swimming across the sky
instead of the ocean
Arms reaching for
a pink moon, instead
of the sandy shore
Images stretched across
a blue canvas-Breathless-
Clouds, swimmer, and observer
Exciting News!
I’m happy to share my poetry collection, The Space Between Clouds, is now available!
Simply Sunday
Please enjoy the following preview from my upcoming poetry collection, The Space Between Clouds, available March 15, 2026!
DON’T LISTEN
Soft, wispy feathers
graced the sky today
Beautiful against the blue-
I quietly asked,
Where did you come from?
A lovely swan
gliding on the water
The wings of an angel
offering comfort-
All these lovely thoughts
But then…that voice
What is wrong with you?
Those are just clouds
with scientific names
Perhaps you should
do some research…
Humph-no, thank you!
I’ll keep looking
for soft, wispy
feathers, floating
against the blue
Book Cover Reveal
Available March 15, 2026!
A big thanks to Raw Earth Ink! And also to my friend, Bill McCloud, for the following:
“Kelley Morris deciphers cloud shapes as an attempt to understand the world, and her place in it. It’s a comfort read that will bring a sense of calm into your life at a time when we need it the most. Her dialogue with the sky is not done in a naïve manner, but with eyes wide open. Reading her work is breathtaking.” Bill McCloud, author of The Error of the Stars
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