Champagne Sky

I look up and see a champagne sky.I can see the clouds jostle and joust, trying to give themselves shape. The incandescent silvery cumulus humilis has painted itself into a polar bear. It's like a beautiful barren mother that can't conceive rain. A low sweeping one becomes a white christmas tree. The stars twinkle in applause.It's a champagne sky, intoxicating and transient.