Chameleon Clouds
Cottony chameleon clouds change color,
while shadows meld with ebony silhouettes.
Blushing, with pink lipstick smeared on His collar
Sol kisses Luna goodnight, with no regrets.
And ubiquitous stars twinkle in the night,
as moonbeams gild rippling waves with golden light.
And, as darkness descends, like a black curtain,
the absolutes of daylight seem less certain.
A cool whisper of wind stirs sleeping willows,
while velvet evening frost coats the quiet grass.
The river mirrors clouds shaped like white pillows,
as nightfall freezes time like a sheet of glass.
A lone owl gives a call from a high spruce tree,
its song adrift and wild, echoing so free.
And as the last red sunbeams begin to fade,
the earth surrenders to evening's quiet shade.
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