Clouds I've Seen

Gossamer feathers streaking the blue sky

Wispy snakey forms slinking across the valley

Dull puffs, silhouetted with silvery sunbeams

Clutching claws reaching through the atmosphere

Nebulous disembodied wings flying from west to east

Pink cotton-candy puffs lit by the setting sun

Fog marching down the mountainside,

            A line drawn, not to pass

Great misty boats sailing calm seas

Black wall rising from the horizon, threatening

Today's prompt:  write a poem that is a list.