Jane Chirurg, Member 64,917 is a cloudspotter from New York.  She recently sent one of her poems inspired by the clouds over the city.

Image credit: Sunrise over Vermontville, Adirondacks, New York, US © Edward Murphy

Clouds

What moves you?
What creates and uncreates
Your changing shapes?
Your ruffled edges?

How do you take on sunsets?
Yet emerge the next morning
Pristine as newly laundered linen?
Virginal yet again
As if the sunset had never happened.

Clouds can suddenly appear
Like smoke rising over a mountain
Or as suddenly retreat
As a panda suddenly becomes a dragon

Sure, clouds appear to be carefree
But actually they are highly resentful
And are apt to be full of rain.

That is probably because they are forever pretending
To be something they aren’t
One minute a lamb.
Another a bear

They look like they are going
But they change by the time they arrive

As they all dance the Celestial Fox Trot
In the brillant blue ballroom of the infinite sky

Clouds Addendum

When we have reduced the world to bone and ashes
The clouds will still be here
And they will gift us with an ever -changing ceiling
Of rabbits and dragons and cloudmallows

Stay clouds,
Please stay
You must stay so we can still live in unimaginable beauty
While all around us lies in ruin

© Jane Chirurg