Fit for a Poet’s Finest Thought ~ Clouds…

(The YouTube video below by the son
of a dear friend
inspires this posting.

Thank you dear friend and son!)

Low-anchored cloud,

Newfoundland air,

Fountain-head and source of rivers,

Dew-cloth, dream-drapery,

And napkin spread by fays;

Drifting meadow of the air,

Where bloom the daisied banks and violets…

Henry David Thoreau

(Be sure to click on the large circular button on my playlist at the bottom of this webpage to turn off

my blog’s music before watching & listening to this beautiful time-lapse video!)

...frail white lambskins

grazing

on blue meadows

between

sky and earth...

Ursulla Gressmann

Caught by Cassandra on the Ashley River near Charleston, SC

White sheep, white sheep,

On a blue hill,

When the wind stops

You all stand still

When the wind blows

You walk away slow.

White sheep, white sheep,

Where do you go?

Christina Rossetti

Bring the red cloud from the sun

While he sinketh, catch it.

That shall be a couch,---with one

Sidelong star to watch it,---

Fit for poet's finest Thought,

At the curfew-sounding…

Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Caught by Cassandra at dusk in Grand Cayman