Feather Edged Clouds

Feather edged clouds Softly they lay, enticingly close On the air of the day Gliding and reaching across the sky To kiss the peaks and ridge lines of the worthy. Overlapping blades of varied length Slow in unison Their colours but washes of the same hue The beautiful plains of a delicate fabric. Fire to the tendrils of their edges Hone the blades in simple glorious shine Tracing their touch in cut-less discipline Where the air survives un-wounded. The feather edges of a rare thing Commonly seen but not realised The soft defined edges of a flight So smooth and sure The day's life beats in easy parallel To feel such a touch of those edges Smoothing the mind and gently stepping to a dance of the awaiting sunset Careful and dreamlike, the feathers glow. Careful and dreamlike they smooth my mind.