MANY CLOUDS

Just wonder what they mean?  I know those who study that sort of thing, know just what to say. But they are still a  mystery to me. So I make up meaning. More fun that way. But this morning, they baffle me. So many kinds and fast changing. I was cheered to see small patches of blue. Many poems and songs have been written about blue skies. I am among them. Seems poems will not come to the front of my mind anymore. I guess I am done. I wish I knew how many I have written. Daughter #3 has my big fat book of poems. 

 

Guess I will wonder around and see what I can bring about for today. 

BETTY(not writing I guess.)BOOP

p. s. Have A Good Day.