He paints pale pewter twilight
with splash of blood-orange dawn;
a wash of lemon yellow morning,
with buttermilk clouds layered
on cornflower background,
blends to tangerine afternoon;
then, sweet lavender dusk which
transforms eggplant evening
into deep indigo night.
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“The heavens declare the glory of God; the skies proclaim the work of his hands.” Psalm 19:1
a poem in my pocket 