Clouds with a purpose
make their way across the hills,
leaning in to their destination,
companionable in their quantity

Tousled daisies tell the news
to each other in little flurries
of excitement,
(I keep taking my jacket off
and putting it on)
It may rain

We may abandon our work, or,
having no excuse, we may continue —
We are working easy today,
our hands not minding
the halting pace of our minds.

©Wendy Mulhern
June 13, 2016