Reports contend that the winds out of the west
Blow moderately today
But I reckon their force to be stiffer than that
More than mere breath of springtime’s being
More like the panting of an old man out of shape
If that panting could be steadier
A pressure of uninterrupted force

The clouds move as if self-propelled
In the more blue than cloud
Much more
Evenly spaced though irregular of shape and size
And the shapes transmogrify before the very vision
And the ragged edges dissipate in delicatest gradient

One them passing nearest the sun
Almost directly overhead
Displays a spectrum from corner to corner
Green lavender orange and pink
Reading from left to right of course
I must put it into words
I can’t just enjoy the comely phenomenon
The clouds were unusually satisfactory today