The Changing Sky

by kim blades, writer

The early morn sky’s

pearl pink hue

in the east does lie

and becomes an irridescent blue.

Midday’s burning golden glow

becomes a softer yellow

with mare’s tails in tow

as the day does mellow.


By lazy late afternoon

a rosy sheen returns

as end of day is soon

the western horizon burns.


The shimmering silver moon’s

transparent light

is from star-strewn showers hewn

and is a balmy sight.





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