Those enormous whisps of vapor

Massive and glowing

Sometimes so low I feel like I could reach up and touch them

And sometimes there is a stray cloud or two sitting closely on the ground, which touches me (and you)

Even when the morning shadows stripe the earth,

The light of the early dawn beginning to glow causes the clouds to glimmer

Colors lighting the sky so vibrantly

I feel like the Angels are singing to the earth.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda