Drawn In Crayon
An evening breeze tickles the leaves on trees;
and an ancient oak tree creeks, sighs, and heaves.
As silhouettes merge, they soon disappear,
and the owls and bats advance their premiere.
A symphony of saffron and chiffon
composes a sunset drawn in crayon.
Tangerine and orange clouds, thick as cream,
sculpt the sky as in a fantasy dream.
A scarlet sun bleeds, tinting the sky pink,
as shadows swim toward pools of black ink.
Indigo flows to an ebony sea,
where twinkling stars shine like gold filigree.
A golden moon rises at Dusk's bequeath
and Luna's light beams at the world beneath.
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2024
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