The Palette In The Sky Poem by Diane ForthEglon

Soft, pastel-pink, aqua, sepia
Turning sharp, gold, striking
The sky is a willing canvas
Waiting to be kissed by the palette of colours
Multi-shaded layers dapple the heavens
The pace of life is set to slow
Announced by the sleepy, restful sun
Her dying honey-hued rays
Cast playful shadows
Open to interpretation!
Intriguing, mysterious
Creating an air of curiosity
Liquid gold outlines the classic oak tree
So near and yet so far!
The firefly dances with excitement
Her luminous tail aglow
And the song thrush folds down her wings
Relaxing in the still warm air
Soft peach clings to the buildings
While strong apricot dresses the windows
From liquid gold to burnt orange
Now a mauve sheet covers the horizon
The crisp silhouette of the tawny owl
Graces the evening magenta sky
And the crickets begin their shrill song
Heralding the arrival of the long, dark night
The smooth, creamy moon and the twinkling stars
Commence their clandestine affair
Wildlife dare not relax
Predators lurk in the jet black ether!
Gradually the backdrop loses its ebony
And the scenery takes on an intense cobalt blue
The gentle dawn is slowly approaching
The softest lilac bedecks a fresh morning sky
Iridescent speckles espied through the laurel bush
Dewdrops like glass drape the orchid
Reflecting the fiery citrus blanket above
Before turning warm lemon and cheerful azure blue
This kaleidoscopic carpet starts its journey
On a never-ending cycle of wonder