I almost forgot it was Wednesday. Yesterday was the first day of my work week because we had Monday off for Hurricane Ida, which thankfully did not impact us directly. When I walked Tuesday morning, this beautiful cloud led me. I held my phone up high to capture this photo. Clouds always draw my eye, especially ones with the sun within them.
Yesterday there were ten minutes of class left before the bell rang, so I challenged my student in a game of Metaphor Dice. We rolled 3 dice and wrote a poem in one minute (her idea). It was a great way to keep our brains active. I am using a revised version of mine as a small poem today.
Metaphor Minute
My birth is like a bright meadow–
Margaret Simon, draft
like stars on the path to a grand castle,
like diamonds strung on a silver string,
walking in clouds lined with sunbeam.
Join me in praising the clouds and the spirit of all things. Leave a small poem in the comments. Support others with encouraging words. Thanks for being here.
Reflections on the Teche 
Clouds, like life:
ephemeral yet substantial
full with possibility
ever shape-changing,
ever offering fascination.
Carol Coven Grannick, draft
Ever shape-changing makes them fascinating. Thanks for joining in today.
Life and clouds – full of possibility. Thanks for this lovely reminder.
Oooh, that is lovely, Margaret. Magical–the poem and the photo! The cloud looked to me like a rhino walking away.
The northern white rhino
travels farther north–
grazing on sunlight,
she migrates across the sky
Oh I love how you imagined a white rhino! Thanks for sharing today.
Love imagining a rhino grazing on sunlight. Beautiful!
“walking in clouds lined with sunbeam” is a beautiful image, Margaret.
hope’s light
shines through heavy hearts
like clouds
that cannot block the sun
This cloud is a small town mirror
exploding into melting colors
expressing the under-water
secret shadowing beauty
through the
looking-glass.
So glad you escaped the ravages of Ida! This photo took me back to the days of watching the Wizard of Oz–I would cover my eyes when the flying monkeys appeared. Glad your photo does not inspire the same dread!
With open arms
the cloud monkey beckons,
her wings spread wide,
greeting the rising sun.