Today I am dealing with a computer crash and trying to recover lost writing and info, so the poem is a bit of a quick dash. I used the NaPoWriMo prompt to write a poem incorporating a regional or personal weather term, and added in the Poetic Asides call for a “lone” poem.
Lone puff of white in a summer sky,
I asked my Mom where are all the other clouds?
She said it was an orphan cloud,
solo and strong,
not lost, but exploring
the big blue,
just as we all do.