Purple Peaks
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The sunset tints the mountain's purple peaks,
painting frescos on alabaster snow.
And bleeding scarlet into trickling creeks,
Nature surpasses Michelangelo.
Shadows scurry to merge with silhouettes
as acrobatic bats hunt moths in flight.
And the night gets as quiet as it gets;
when darkness extinguishes the last light.
Ebony gets lit by a dimpled moon;
light pooling around it like liquid gold.
And glowing as bright as a gold doubloon,
it's a natural wonder to behold.
Crimson and cerise color carmine skies
as golden moonbeams buff the edge of night.
And trillions of stars materialize,
bejeweling; this incredible sight.
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2019
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