Enjoying the last of the summer's blue skies and endless fascinating cloud formations.
As Carol Ann Duffy notes in her poem below, to be a sky-gazer and a cloud-lover is to be as adoring and attentive as a lover.
Luke Howard, Namer of Clouds - Carol Ann Duffy
Eldezar and Asama Yama, 1783,
erupted violently; a Great Fogg
blending incredible skies over Europe.
In London, Luke Howard was ten.
The sky’s lad then.
he stared up evermore; saw
a meteor’s fiery spurt,
the clamouring stars;
what the moon wouldn’t do;
but loved clouds most-
dragons and unicorns;
Hamlet’s camels, weasels and whales;
the heads of heroes;
the sword of Excalibur, lit
by the setting sun.
mackerel sky, not long wet,
not long dry.
love goes naming,
even a curl of hair - thus, Cirrus.
Cumulus. Stratus. Nimbus.