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/
