A fading, changing, shifting sky,

issues its vivid

reds,

oranges,

and deeply reflective blues,

waking the drowsy hearts of painters

and poets alike.

 

The bulbous, golden ball

peeps below

the radiated earth

and winks with comic delight

at the works of humans,

in the last remaining flecks

of the hot, tired day.

 

5-8-2014