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
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I suppose clouds come in as incidental background for the most part, but don’t forget that impressive description of clouds as ‘other-country mountains’.
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