Nova Scotia and the Clouds of Summer So silently they march along, the clouds of summer, proud and strong; their grand approach from yonder shore majestically they wander o’er. Not for the likes of me to know from whence they come, where e’er they go, for I am but a fledgling lass; I stand in awe and watch them pass. A Tiny Comet A tiny comet flew across our bedroom window pane; she was there but for a moment— not long did she remain. We thanked her well for ____stopping by— a blessing, we believe— this little treasure from the sky, and then she took her leave. A Summer’s Day Blue skies at sunrise, __The dawn of the day; Clouds in the heavens __That drift where they may; Showers of flowers __Aswirl on the breeze; Petals that settle __Wherever they please; Honey bees hover __Alighting upon Buds that unfurl __With the grace of the swan; Daisies that sway __In the gentle moonlight; Crickets in thickets, __The chorus of night. Joe Tessitore is a retired New York City resident and poet.