Gray Clouds Poem by Ali Ehsanizadeh

Gray Clouds
Gray Clouds

A white vapor rises
from the mouth of the meadow,
and a girl —
passes through the heart of the mist
with a small bowl,
toward the dark hollow.

Drowsy roosters
awaken the weary plow.

Gray clouds
Gray clouds

With damp fingertips,
the cloud knocks
on the door of the river.
And tiny fish
lift their heads above water.

The scent of wet smoke,
a hesitant sparrow's song
from the mouth of a tree.
And the sorrowful loneliness of a dog
in the endless clamor of the herd!

Gray clouds
Gray clouds

— Ali Ehsani Zadeh