Commute with Clouds

As I drove toward the work I do
I came upon a stunning view
The valley’s clouds cast morning light,
On rows of dragons taking flight
From darkness just around the hill,
Where waves of magic horses spill.
They flowed and bent with thermals, stormed.
Until a new tableau was formed.
And mythic creatures gathered there,
All dancing in the solar glare.
The Sun, which lit this universe,
Then bade that vap’rous crowd disperse
And as I drove into that field,
the last of misty phantoms yield.
I’ll pass this way each day, and then,
The scene will charm my heart, again.

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