Clouds all tumbling steadily along, way up above my head, Looking, Oh, so cosy, like an exquisite featherbed.

Ernestine Northover - Featherbed

The rest of the poem,

I could just relax there, within those many rolling hills,
And sleep, and dream away my cares, my sorrows and my ills.
Floating across the blue expanse of sky and space anew,
I 'd thus become as light as air, and could bid the world adieu.

I like this poem! The second line especially where she uses the commas keep the meter and the rhyme scheme together.

The poet’s name is Ernestine Nortover. She's a floral designer in England. What with a name like Ernestine Northover, and being an English poet and a floral designer, I'm sure she lives someplace quaint, possibly in Kent or outside Canterbury. She probably solves surprisingly gruesome murder mysteries where the victims are eviscerated with garden implements and floral design tools. It just stands to reason. It's a great poem.

I went out to take a cloud photo to match this lovely poem. Sky was mostly Gray. I found an older picture with some clouds plus a mule! I bet Ernestine would be okay with that!

Let's do some flowers ! - a caladium bloom. Interesting looking. Not especially floral. You don't see many.

Daylillies - whatever variety grows the ditches around here. One day to put on a show. They make sure it's a good one!

Coreopsis -

Echinacea -

These rose photos. My goodness!

I have proof positive, on my camera, and now I'm going to share it with you.

Horses are usually much much larger than dogs

So I'm just about out of space -