Maleny, Australia. Clouds Altocumulus lenticularis with cirrocumulus stratiformis And cumulonimbus undulatus with nimbostratus radiatus, And perhaps altostratus duplicatus or cirrocastellanus nebulosus, Make my translucidus praecipitatio tremble with congestus mediocris. And if a pileus pannus arcus should calvus with a fractus virga My vertebratus would duplicatus and my mamma floccus could cirrostratus. But when a castellanus […]

Wilmington, Delaware, US. Kaleidoscope Skies Billowing clouds go drifting by, Changing patterns high in the sky; Languidly sailing an upside-down sea, Kaleidoscope sky entertainment is free. On a casual day imagination can run, Seeing tall crimson ships in a low setting sun; Pirates dancing on marshmallow rails, Skull and crossbones tucked in among shadowy sails. […]

Its just white… Is that all I can see up there? Are clouds nothing but white in the air? As I look and I see, I smile with glee, For a small bird has decided to target me… © Sam Stilton

Halifax, UK (‘Home of good old Yorkshire clouds’). A short poem about clouds I wandered lonely as a man Through barren streets and towns When all at once I saw a cloud A smile to raise my frowns. The furrowed brow, the sullen eyes Sparkled and came alive When all at once that cloud appeared […]

Dallas, Texas, US. At the sculpture at the sculpture on a sunday afternoon, in the dream of terrell’s square screen, tending (to feel) blue Quantum Cloud looks like a load of blown sticks, stuck to some bloke on a hill, near stoke like the slag at heron cross, or near the pub* in penkhull. © […]

Cape Hatteras, North Carolina, US. Waft A stately puff chattered (as I sat rooted to the shoreline) until I pulled it down out of the sky into the empty chair next to mine. And was surprised at the weight, how it gathered substance – like a slow-boil cauldron, in a marvelous struggle of fluid tugs […]

Tring, Hertfordshire, UK. Clouds for All Seasons There they float far above our head up in the summer’s sky, These marshmallow puffs glide effortlessly and seem easy on the eye. As the seasons roll on and days become shorter, The chill fills the air and darkness draws longer. As natures dramatic shift of warm into […]

Vevey, Switzerland. Mont Pélerin poems above Vevey Low hanging the clouds No sky, just grey Dismal is this another day ……………………..shrouds Funeral flowers have withered away …………………..shortlived No sun, no sound. A bell chimes As in gone-by times……. … Steam engine of bygone days Puffs its clouds across the lake Disappearing, reappearing. Reappearing, disappearing. Mountainous […]

Houston, Texas, US. What I See I love to look up toward the Heavens, hoping to catch a glimpse of GODS Face, watching the clouds as they pass by, showing me tiny pieces of His— Glory. You see, as I watch I am greeted by the most awesome sites, clouds I believe are telling me […]