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From David Lindsley
Bournemouth Oh,what a joy it is to see the clouds Moving across the sky And as they move they capture the hearts Of watchers like you and I It seems to me that life itself Is mirrored by them too And as they pass so quickly There s a keener need to view They change […]
From Walter P. Komarnicki
KAUSWAGAN CAGAYAN DE ORO CITY PHILIPPINES. 2 Clouds Rollmop stratocumulus- so usually there, so easy and so common, but just so much hot air. But cirrus, now, it lifts my head up high: as if a cross-bowed gazelle, cogitating, might remark upon the beauty of those strands. © Walter P. Komarnicki. 2009.
From Ryan C. Dayrit
Sucat, Muntinlupa. Philippines. Clouds Don’t you ever wonder what clouds are made for? Why are they around? Even they themselves couldn’t tell. These angels seem to float around and bump into each other only by chance on where the wind would blow them to. Some just pass through while some generate a powerful, unexplainable energy […]
From Kathleen Bednarek
Dallas, Pennsylvania U.S. Ode to Clouds. Travel with my eyes the beings under the stars That pull with wind, shade in Sun, make shapely billowing white sheets colored before night A landscape of the heavens Reflection of oceans Wanderers of open sky! © Kathleen Bednarek. February 2009
From David Lindsley
Bournemouth U.K. Clouds. A cloud is a thing of beauty A wonder to behold It brings to all a sense of joy As its many facets unfold Its moods can be solemn and angry Or welcoming and bright Such are the changes we can see From morning until night Cumulus,Cirrus and Stratus are names we […]
From Tony Davis
Saint Plantaire, France The French get it right The word cloud Is too loud; Nuage est plus sage. © Tony Davis. 2008.
From Rochelle Bree-Indiana Downing
Melbourne Australia Fair weather Like spoilt poodles they spring around Billowing together with their preened puffs atop their bouncy base I long to hop around on their marshmallow nothingness Textured wisps tickling my fingers as I roll in their heavy belly’s And often have I held up traffic gazing through my windscreen at their shapely […]
From Rochelle Bree-Indiana Downing
Melbourne, Australia. Good Morning Stratus Opacus A hemline draping sleepily above a shadowed underlay Fraggled edges curling up crisply in the morning wind, but not breaking Smearing on and on to the horizon like damp, grey cake mix Only a lone, naked streak of the suns light hands reach through the thicket of a woollen […]
From Tom Lewis
weather poem Saint Paul, Minnesota. U.S. (spring weather report in the midwest, 4/2004) Storm grey system responds wolfishly to our juicy subductive depression— mares’ tails & question marks above, wondering if the air’s as rich and stimulating over there, as here. Only way to know is to leave Spokane and the Montana waste places, to […]
