Clouds

September brings clouds
Caught in the treetops
Snagged before they
Become fog and the
Sound of the surf
Pounding on the
Beach at the
Bottom of
The bluff
Below.
Small clumps
Of folks wander
On the sandy beach
As the waves run up then
Exhausted fall back into the
Great Pacific Ocean while
I sip my tea reading up
On another campaign
Long gone gleaning
Lessons like sand
Dollars off the
Beach small
Mementos
In an idyllic
Story old
As we,
Vaguely
Visible through
The foggy clouds
Which descend
Around me
Soft grey
Misty
Pearl lit
By an invisible
Sun set in a
Blue sky
Above
The clouds.