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)
