Scarlet-orange clouds
painted their way
across an early morning sky.
I watched them
slowly turn,
like autumn leaves,
into a chorus of color.
I heard them singing…
Simon and Garfunkel’s song, Cloudy.
I laughed
at how out of tune
a couple clouds sounded,
especially those singing bass.
After all,
this is Saturday morning,
and there is no need
for thundering voices
to fill the sky.
The sky brightened suddenly,
as the sun jumped in
with its own song:
the Beatle’s Good Day Sunshine.
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Poetic Alchemist 
Thanks Andrew and Borut. Much appreciated.
Can you IMAGINE!:)
I like any poem that uses music. 🙂
Thanks Polona. Hope you are well.
i like watching the clouds but love the sunshine, too 🙂
beautifully done!
Q9…Well done, a poet I can see. Thanks for stopping by and commenting.
Life as a song
a melody all day long
filled with quiet moments
and crescendos so strong
Dan, indeed. Thanks. See ya soon.
I just heard The Beatles’ The Word yesterday:
“It’s so fine, It’s sunshine
It’s the word, Love”