Poem of the weekCloud Nine

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