A Sonnet for Spring

Clouds by Day and Orion by Night

The skies have been full of many different sorts of clouds lately. The other morning I watched them just brushing across the blue like wisps of smoke.

Clouds of Spring

I’ve never seen the clouds so soft before–
A rose haze floating in a tender, middle
morning blue.  But there they are, a score
In smoke-puff pink that read the ancient riddle
Of mid-March: the…