The Sky Is a Diamond Crown
"The sky prepares the sun for night
where drifting clouds are slowly steeping
in tepid pools of waning light"
The horizon reveals its colors
of a peach's nectar and squeezed overripe lemons
that are drunk by the Dusk's sky.
Baptized clouds washed
in the receding sunlight close the Heavens' sleepy eye;
its pupil is the New Moon.
The morning will slowly inhale the Dark
while the rim of the Earth melts
an angora oval;
melts a pink stone
that has been polished
by the Sea.
As the promised Dawn waxes the sky,
and its crown of stars is set aside until
another night,
a tree's body will briefly become the hue of a Dove.
And the sun will sculpt the trees' arms, fingers,
in the waxing light.
May 25, 2021
The Contest "Peaches and Apricot Skies".
Quote# 4
Copyright © Jennifer Cahill | Year Posted 2021
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