From Richard Greene

From Richard Greene

Northampton, Massachusetts, USA

Clouds
Over the high ridge
clouds blossom
from an emptiness
of flame-blue sky,
blossom and vanish
and blossom and vanish again
in a display
of planetary
prestidigitation.

Lamb White Days
It was fine today,
this fifteenth of May,
flocks of fleecy clouds
grazing in cornflower fields
watered by yesterday’s rain.

Islands in the Sky
Across a summer sky
too blue to be a sea
clouds form an archipelago,
not just mist shrouded
as those Islas Encantadas
that Spanish sailors first espied
out in the vast Pacific,
but made of mist itself.
What wondrous creatures dwell
on these shining isles?

© Richard Greene

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