Cloud Shapes

Researching a future Chapbook, this one entitled 'Clouds'.  I am surprise just how much material there is from which to choose.  Here is just one of the strong candidates:

Clouds rack & drive before the wind 

In shapes & forms of every kind 

Like waves that rise without the roar 

& rocks that guard an untrodden shore 

Now castles pass majestic by 

& ships in peaceful havens lie 

These gone ten thousand shapes ensue 

For ever beautiful and new 


The scattered clouds lie calm and still 

& day throws gold on every hill 

Their thousand heads in glory run 

As each were worlds and owned a sun 

The rime it clings to everything 

It beards the early buds of spring 

The mossy pales, the orchard spray 

Are feathered with its silver-grey

MP V 198

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