Ode To A Cloud

The clouds have been so fabulous this summer,

so I thought I'd write them

an ode.

Here goes:

You dance and turn and sing

O wispy thing

have you substance more than lace?

So quickly to dissolve, trace-

less, and yet your bulk 

can shudder the ships of man

almost to the point of breaking.

We should not underestimate you,

oh ghostly friend.  Only

praise and awe-fully gaze

as you drift across

                         the silent sky.

(photos by me)