I walk outside and glance upward
Smiling with amazement at your tufts of vapor.
How is it you are so mighty, yet so frail?
Planes and birds pass right through you.
Why are some puffed up, like billowy cotton,
While others are mere wisps of silk?
You show up just after the storm,
A pleasant greeting following a tumultuous night.
You float endlessly through the chilled winter air,
Impelled by forceful winds,
Then evaporate into nothing.