Poem 87: Colors the Clouds Are

all the colors the clouds are

muted watercolor washes 

easing memories into place

to a time before knowing,

wanting, having,

and losing an inch here 

and there, but for the grace

of silver slipping and 

pooling in puddles 

in the sky, reflecting

all the colors the clouds are

(c) 2013, by Hannah Six

Poem 87: Colors the Clouds Are