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From Andrew Barrett
Do clouds sleep as they stroll the skies? While their haunting beauty is outlined by full moon Yet with morning dew still on the ground They awaken without a yawn, stretch or sound With life not always knowing that they are there They look down with a devious stare A suspicion is aroused that when […]
From Nick Goth
AUTUMN SKYSCAPE Dawn comes in a flash of colour, the sky torn apart by yellow, stark leafless trees stand out against the heavens which have thin wispy clouds that hide the sun behind an ocean of colour that my eyes struggle to see. Soon the brightness dies like a wilting flower and the clouds layer […]
From Esteban H H Trillo
Delle nubi incedono gli adoratori nel torpore di case eteree © Esteban H H Trillo
From Esteban HH Trillo
Cloud Vessel I wrote at noon — till few seconds before I was staring at such a spectacular manifestation of clouds’ morphing in their vivid own life — I shifted my gaze over to the landscape outside my bedroom’s window which looks towards north-east. I really saw something magic — a very form of life […]
From Sarah Gathergood
To Touch a Cloud No desire to meet one so, because in the mind we truly know; to touch ‘twould be an icy shock. Let it linger that soft touch, in the mind and nothing but. © Sarah Gathergood
From Kevin Bole
Shadow Cloud I cast a shadow on this earth, a passing cloud then gone, Phasing in, then out, then in, full in strength, then fading dim, a unique part of one. © Kevin Bole
From Justin Baillieu Fitzpatrick
September’s Spring September’s spring nearly full sprung, yet August winds still chill, here upon mountain top; clouds scud, scoot and clamour, pale fluffy faces huff, while darkened cumulous puff, precipitately pregnant, we await the fall. © Mountain Fog (AKA Justin Baillieu Fitzpatrick)
From Jenny Walker
The Cloud Floating in a crystal sky Made from ice and water, she Goes drifting elegantly by Moving very airily Soft as lace, untouchable Going where the wind does blow Her beauty is infallible Though we can never tell her so Dazzling white will fade to grey But her beauty’s undiminished Her tears fall through […]
From Roger Stone
Frowning Stormcloudbrows Stains straying Straining stairs of unclimbable mountainclumps to heaven
