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 […]

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 […]

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 […]

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 […]