Summer Sails
Floating through an azure sky,
Rhinos, rabbits and dragons fly.
Lofty sails puff out like pillows,
Catching winds that bend and billow.
The stealthy ships sail through the blue,
The eastern sun their guide anew.
They’re drifting over verdant places,
With sails unfurled in grander spaces.
Gliding over mountain passes,
They hover still o’er prairie grasses.
Shifting beams of amber light,
They anchor in the dust of night.
Paulette Calasibetta is a retired interior designer. Her poetry has appeared on line and in print in numerous journals and anthologies.
I love your allusion of clouds to sailing ships.