Scarborough, UK THE CLOUD COLLECTOR “Where are you going,” a stranger asked, “With your fine mesh net and cardboard box?” I’m going out, collecting the clouds, Across the field and over the rocks. “What are you doing?” a student said, “In your threadbare coat and woollen hood?” I’m roving wide, collecting the clouds, Towards the […]

From Winona, MN Oh Cloud! How wonderful you are… The way you look, from way afar. I love the way you look at me, a thought of you and my mind sets free. Your shape and color tend to vary everyday, Big or small, light or dark, I like you either way. I know I […]

Peace Harvest On a country walk you can grasp whole handfuls of fresh, clean air; or gather up the birdsong in great bunches, throwing it this way and that as you flick your head from side to side. The skidding plane of the blue vault frightens you, and makes you cower in vertigo as (lying […]

From Selva Malvezzi, Italy Some Italian Poetry Due cieli Se guardo il cielo azzurro del mattino e poi gli occhi li chiudo m’appare un cielo blu, scuro e segreto- è fatto di cartone ed è animato come quei libri che se li apri la favola è di carta ritagliata diventa fondale dipinto e personaggi – […]

Cloud Haiku Underneath a cloud A person can understand The fact of the sun © Adam Davis

Northampton, Massachusetts, USA Clouds Over the high ridge clouds blossom from an emptiness of flame-blue sky, blossom and vanish and blossom and vanish again in a display of planetary prestidigitation. Lamb White Days It was fine today, this fifteenth of May, flocks of fleecy clouds grazing in cornflower fields watered by yesterday’s rain. Islands in […]

Tremendous as a great primordial beast, you darkly arched Across the Summer sky, obliterating warmth and light From all the valley of the Trent, that lay drought-parched Beneath you, swathed in dread apocalyptic night. No countenance you had, but with your mighty concave belly glowered Forth in grimly rippling shades of sombre black and grey […]

Whipped creams, Or God’s dreams? High above the ground, Hovering without sound. Soared only by planes, Or extremely high cranes. A source of wonder for the young, From places far flung, But united in their joy derived, From this white blanket knived By blue or black sections Depending on the suns projections. Providing rain, sleet […]

Clouds Slippery bits of precipitation, curling and clamoring across different levels of the atmosphere, they are temporary fossils casting sedimentary shadows over ocean, tilled earth and urban sprawl. In the early evening and earlier morning, they become chameleons confused against the darkened blue – instead of hanging like oxygen rich bruises, black and swollen, they […]