A winter's day dawned clear and cool. <br /> <br />Knee deep in the steamy blond grasses. <br /> <br /> <br />Man made clouds written on the winds. <br /> <br />Scribbling like a mad man on the vault of heaven. <br /> <br /> <br />Tree branches like bony fingers pointing at an empty blue sky.<br /><br />Michael Skinner<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/writing-on-the-wind/
