Poem of the weekCloud Nine
OH what beauty are the clouds,
soft white chiffon, floating shrouds.
Sometimes vaporous curtains up on high.
Cirros-cumulus assembled in ripples,
flakey-white with light grey stipples.
Strato-cumulus in lumpy masses,
wind-blown rolls of swirling gasses.
Cumulo-nimbus rise like mountains,
fibrous structure, towering fountains.
Sunsets tinged with gold entwine,
raindrops glisten, I’m on cloud nine.
Bob Luckhurst