Pinks, Purples, Reds
The Sky's a glorious canvas
different each day
Silky Clouds are new brush strokes
The sun, a warm globe of honey
sinks into a vast blue expanse
An indigo blanket
hugging the earth, moving to a perfect rhythm
The Sun disappears
The slowly closing eye of a tired monster
And its dark. Cold.
Then a million grains of sand shimmer
the moon, a sideways smile
comforts the earth as she sleeps
