Bright
clouds dance above shadows on the sea,
A scene in hues of whites, and greys, and blues.
With shapes and textures changing continually,
Some sharp and sheer, some fading, fluid fog.
Some are shining white, others shadowed dark,
Clouds made of brilliant white, just glowing light,
Others in shadows grey, ghostly and stark
Billowing above dark Atlantic waves.
The sun is striking an occasional crest,
Which turn to deep blue–black, where shadows creep
As shapes of shade are shifting without rest.
Even as clumps of cotton now congeal
Into soft masses of mounded moss,
Flat fields of thin clouds start to break apart,
Looking like water lilies on a fosse.
Clouds floating, flow above a world of loss.
