A Scarlet Shroud
Cotton candy pinks and marshmallow whites
flaunt iridescent sheens buffed by the sun.
And colored clouds, lined with mother-of-pearl,
hang in the sky, like a prize fairly won.
Darkness gathers in tattered strands of grey,
strewn across a sky of indigo blue.
And stars glitter as a dying sun shrinks,
to a crimson ball, with a scarlet hue.
Ebony fingers scratch at the skyline;
like inky tentacles grasping for light.
And as camouflaged trees morph into black;
silhouetted abstracts merge in the night.
Liquid amber burns atop umber waves,
while igniting frothy, foamy whitecaps.
And golden moonbeams gild gleaming waters,
as cascading breakers, crash and collapse.
Playful breezes tickle leaves on the trees,
sending laughter tumbling down to the ground.
And as Sol dies, wrapped in a scarlet shroud,
time's suspended: and tranquility's found.
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