Sky Painter

He hid all day
Under drapes of grey
As if to hide
The weakness of his light
But then
Grown tired of dreary weight
And knowing the end was near
Vulnerability found courage
On ice grey canvas
Impetuously flung
Sulphureous yellow
Mixed with saffron’s ochre
Topaz streaked with
Burnt orange, stippled hints of
Gold and
Colours still un-named
Luminescent splendour hung suspended
Poised and paused
Then with a sigh

Walking home after the previous poem on walking on a cold morning there was the most glorious sunset.  The sun peaking through and drenching the cold grey clouds with light and colour.  This poem is an attempt to capture the beauty and colour of nature

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