This evening,

clouds shone in

separate but similar

rounded, ragged, wispiness,

hundreds and hundreds

of them with blurred edges

like a kind of imperfect armour,

barely shielding the sky’s startling

summer blueness from keen eyes.

They moved as one,

on and on,

while tree shadows

crept towards

corners and couples

until, as if by command,

the clouds covered the sun

and joined together,

a wide band moving

ever forwards,

a curtain drawing

across the heavens.