Clouds

Bright white December 
clouds hang heavily 
above the mountains 
like crisp sheets 
drying on line 
not snapping lazily 
dangling and damp
bleached against dark 
like lines carved 
into old trees
telling some tale 
of once loves
now long forgotten 
soon unpinned these
clouds will be 
carried inside and 
folded and stored 
inside the cupboards 
of breaking day