Enigma Weekend Edition Poem: 'The Clouds Billow'
The Clouds Billow
By BaiLee Herr
The clouds billow as the sun rises. The yellow and
gold rays jet out so we can enjoy their beauty
The cold air brushes through my hair and past
my face as it settles on down and brings me
The trees, green and fluffy like a bunny’s
cotton tail. Its trunk, thicker than that of
an elephant’s. Its leaves green, but on the brink
of turning orange, red, yellow, the sign of fall.
The air clears my mind, cleans my thoughts, my
head. The leaves on the ground are so beautiful.