Colours brushed by hand

of unknown command

It is hard to believe

that nature such by itself can conceive

Oh how lovely the sky may shine

in bright shades of orange and wine

It lifts me up while the sun gets down

so many times over and over again

And there in the morning

in the midst of my yawning

My eyes catch the sight of the moon

up on the blue canopy and soon

there is like someone is pouring out paint

in soft light blue and violet pale

just above the horizon

in such beautiful combinations

 Copyright©2014  Eva Akinvall
(emca)