by Tim Chiu
A poem on the majesty and ominous nature of clouds.
|A cherished awakening,
Crystal blue skies and the shimmering sun
Towering above the briskly cool, enchanted morning;
A pleasant and glorious day beckons
With its triumphant scenes and miraculous wonders.
High in the heavens resides the scattered and billowy clouds
Whose gratifying appearance can excite the fondest of imaginations;
Uniquely puffy and well-formed shapes
Moving lazily in some dream-like direction,
Reminding us so of many fantastic creatures and things.
Clouds can stretch across the endless horizon
And break up the otherwise baby-blue perfection
Of the most serene and awe-inspiring spectacle,
A gorgeously clear and sunny day;
And at times, they completely blanket us and threaten
Their grim, but much needed storms
On our potentially arid and drought-stricken regions.
Once unencumbered and so listless,
These portentous clouds can gather in massive amounts
And wash away entire regions,
Or pound higher elevations with intense snowfalls…
So high above the earth –
The jaw-dropping power
And the vanquished, residual, and angelic fortitude
Of these wispy, dream-like clouds…