Why can’t we eat clouds? The tall white ones would be vanilla like Turkish taffy. Grey scudding clouds black as Necco wafers. Snow clouds pure as rock candy whose splinters of crystal melt on the tongue. Green tornado clouds taste darkly of Key West and Matcha tea. Dawn’s pink clouds are gossamer light as cotton candy at the church fair. Sunset cloud's tang colorful and sweet as Life Savers. How fine to dine on clouds and color.
A WELL TRAVELED HEART 
I love this Cindy! I’ll never look at clouds the same way again, and from now on, I’ll probably have candy cravings after every walk. 🥰
Hugs to you, Jill
On Wed, Nov 10, 2021 at 8:22 AM A WELL-TRAVELED HEART wrote:
> Cynthia M. Sheward posted: ” Why can’t we eat clouds? The tall white ones > would be vanilla like Turkish taffy. Grey scudding clouds black as Necco > wafers. Snow clouds pure as rock candy whose splinters of crystal melt on > the tongue. Green tornado clouds taste darkly of Key West ” >
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Great poem. Made me hungry just reading it.
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That is beautiful! I could taste all the things and relate them to the clouds you were referring to. You are an amazing writer. ❤️
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How fine to dine…love it!
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