A Night Of Clouds Poem by Kurt Beard

It's strange to have a night of clouds
No stars or moon to see
No colorful sunset and no sunrise
There is nothing but a blanket of dark
A thick warm blanket to cover the lights
Except those lights of the city
The glow stronger with the clouds
The porch lights pierce the dark
Street lights stand tall announcing their bulbs
The morning sun is little more than lighter clouds
The day without a shadow followed by a night of a single shadow
It's strange to have a night of clouds