Under altostratus clouds <br />on sandy bed recline, <br />Captive to the daylight's shrouds <br />frayed fractus underline. <br /> <br />Fine white ladies knuckles point <br />through gloves of blue grey gauze, <br />Choir of bass, far-flung, disjoint <br />resound with faint applause. <br /> <br />Altocumulus adorn <br />a northerly pelisse, <br />Freshly shorn, flayed and torn <br />the virgin side of fleece. <br /> <br />Air that's sated, drenched, replete <br />annoints with teardropp plash, <br />Daughter claimed by kiss on feet <br />then hand, then cheek, then lash. <br /> <br />Veiled, haloed muted sun <br />subsumed by marbled sky, <br />Underscores her masterpiece <br />to one enraptured eye.<br /><br />Diane Hine<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/clouds-110/
