Cotton Candy Clouds
© 1998 Anne Bryant-Hamon
There is a place of cotton candy clouds,
great puffs of pink and yellow, orange and blue,
where children gather 'round and join in crowds
to dream of fun things, ever young and new.
A misty place along the Amazon,
where rainbow feathers cover pretty birds,
sweet fruits galore they harvest by the ton,
and poets swirl rhymed colors with their words.
If I could choose a sky to to fly unto
I'd rest upon a cotton candy cloud
and dream of pretty things to be and do
like peacock fans, forever free and proud.
The above poem and lovely sun were sent by my friend Anne Bryant-Hamon, especially for this page.