Clouds of beauty
Drifting soundlessly
Going with the current
Effortlessly, endlessly

Billowing and plumping
Capturing radiant sunlight
Fluffing spacious pillows
Reaching cool fresh heights

Dispersing into a filmy veil…
Parting is remarkably slow
Revealing a sunset palette…
Wisps await the moon's glow

12/29/07

Theresa Ann Moore

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/clouds-40/