Kangaroo Cloud Starkly on pale blue, bleached sun, cloud blotched, puffy white fluffy flumps, statically sit, in azure stable. A single cloudlet, singlet white perfect , thinned then fogged, then volume vanished; a pace away, re-thickens. A gust then weaves, a kangaroo shape, its tail wind wagging, then slow float, to mist as if, to […]

Foggy Night An afternoon of mist, that’s nearly kissed the sun.. but not, I fear.. settles in the hedgerow’s shadows thick.. and snuggles and obscures the thistle sticks.. hastening to glisten upon the trees, before slowly sinking to their knees.. to disappear just then. All hints of stars or red of Mars reduced to white, […]

Langtoft, South Lincolnshire, U.K. LOOK AT THE SKY “Not a cloud in the sky” The people all cry. Delighted it’s blue They have things to do. I love to see clouds And cry out aloud. When I see a great sunset A picture I get. Keep watch up above I think you will love The […]

Middlewich, Cheshire. U.K. The Clouds’ Reply to William Wordsworth’s “Daffodils” “Lonely as a cloud”? Exception! Mr Wordsworth, sir, we must as clouds correct your misconception to “content as a cumulus”. Praise not earthfast daffodils but Hosts of Silv’ry Celestials. Golden blooms stretch’d along a bay might present an awesome sight. Yet all ten thousand, come […]

THE LONELY CLOUD We were driving along on the western slope We were kidding and someone was telling a joke. When all at once someone spoke, They spoke aloud, “Look up in the air at that lonely cloud It looks to me like it’s lost from the crowd.” It was just hanging there in suspended […]

READING CLOUDS At times I glance up at the sky just to read the clouds as they pass by fiery red when day is done or billowy white in midday sun There are dark black forms outlined with light. That drift slowly by on moonlit night. perhaps a sunlit cloudbank forms with dark gray sides […]

Here and Now I planned a walk one winter day, But now it was almost too late; The sunbeams struck across the grass And underneath the gate. And soon the sun like a blood-red fruit Fell from the sill Of the dazzled world And when I came upon the hill A cover of grey down […]

Lonely as a cloud…? Wandering lonely as a cloud is a concept devised by man For him to muse upon in his own lonely state…down ‘there’. Whilst – ‘up here’ – I’m never lonely. OK, there might be some big gaps occasionally But I can see a long way, And I could always budge along […]

Mountain Clouds Clouds cling and mist the mountain tops the trees still cool and wanting the green has failed to creep nonstop there, winter’s still ‘a haunting.. have they lowered and come to stay those mallow denizens of the sky to crouch so low and envelope and play and flow and creep and glide?.. the […]