Eleven Ways of Looking at Clouds
At dawn Monet’s ephemeral cloudlets,
gray on peach, float adagio.
Lying on the floor, you notice and comment.
Cotton cumulus clouds;
summer puffs drift,
Fair or fierce?
Yellow clouds hover over Shanghai.
fueling a sunset of fumes.
cirrus clouds of fine frozen filaments—
mares' tails and mackerel scales.
In Gram’s watery eye
a lifetime of skies kaleidoscope;
summer clouds outnumbered by steely winter ones.
A white slash;
a false cloud bisects the blue.
Sediment clouds the water.
The newly freed river
reflects mist and firs.
In the parched West
brown clouds shroud mountains;
lives lost in the cruel heat.
Sooty clouds of black
race brittle leaves across the harvest moon;
charcoal on crumbling newsprint.
A blanket of clouds comforts the vast lake.
A long fetch builds,
a blizzard rages to the south.
Morning clouds, impermanent in the soft light;
the face of the sky an open book.