Dropping Cloud Poem by Isaac Morris

Wailing the cloud goes
with an  echoing Ellison 
Gazing from the window
To glimpse  the  Angry action
Gossamer were made
Randomly in the plain
The steam hop and drips
In a fetching  apparel
gambol to and fro
Like a happy sparrow
The chicks are not too happy
To be a sudden orphan

As the susurrus dangles
down the brilliant  cloud
Bringing the harbinger
with a frenzy wind and mellifluous
To announce the white christmas.
Merry Xmas! !