Diane Hine - Clouds

Under altostratus clouds
on sandy bed recline,
Captive to the daylight's shrouds
frayed fractus underline.

Fine white ladies knuckles point
through gloves of blue grey gauze,
Choir of bass, far-flung, disjoint
resound with faint applause.

Altocumulus adorn
a northerly pelisse,
Freshly shorn, flayed and torn
the virgin side of fleece.

Air that's sated, drenched, replete
annoints with teardropp plash,
Daughter claimed by kiss on feet
then hand, then cheek, then lash.

Veiled, haloed muted sun
subsumed by marbled sky,
Underscores her masterpiece
to one enraptured eye.

Diane Hine

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