A Pink And Blue Sky
Dawn pierces the dark at first light
as flocks of mourning doves take flight.
And though sullied skies seem so stark:
at first light, Dawn pierces the dark.
Sol liquefies like molten gold
that's incredible to behold.
For just as the sun starts to rise,
like molten gold, Sol liquefies.
Darkness flees into the shadows,
like a merging murder of crows.
And as birds abandon the trees;
into the shadows; darkness flees.
Colors intensify with light
as sunlight supersedes moonlight.
And inking a pink and blue sky
with light, colors intensify.
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2022
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