Clouds can be beautiful or dreadful depending of your vantage point


To the north a vanilla cloud anvils up
As summer heat draws her to the stratosphere
There's rain in her for those below
But from my vantage she just aglow
With summers soft and lovely hew
As I sit quietly to the south and watch
Her transit in gentle change that morphes
From fanciful to dread

Poetry by josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2018-08-04 at 02:47

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Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Well said, Joe. If you're not in its path, a thunderhead is a beautiful, awe-inspiring sight.

I love the opening line. You manage to portray this so easily, the changes, subtle, until the final line and that's the beauty of clouds, the ever changing moods.

Shamshad Alam
Indeed nature can be so unpredictable sometimes. And your poetry describes it so well.

one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
This time of year, with the high humidity and temperatures, we see clouds which are stunning, ever-changing, and may portent storm or peace.

I enjoy this very much, Joe. I can imagine your watery vantage.