Oh timeless clouds,
That gather the sky towards you,
Show me the way
To harness and transform
A distant beauty.

Let your turbulent face,
That changes with easy grace,
Paint for me the
Way to survive and grow
In my swirling change.

White purity engulfing,
And shrouding the ominous change,
Leave open a possibility
To seek a way through
The darker days.



David Scanlon – England – (1963 - )

Scanlon. D (2018) Poetry for Business : Continuing Conversations. The Foolish Poet Press, Wilmslow, England. OH TIMELESS CLOUDS. Page Number 30.

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