Day # 313: Sunset

# 313

Someone splashed a deep pink
paint across the sky.
It stuck to rolling clouds
like giant waves
tumbling across the plain.

The canvas is blank with every night
a new painting appears
for more than twenty minutes
it morphs from one set of colors
to the next, growing in intensity.

Color sings the mood
pink to fuchsia enlivens
blood runs thicker, warmer
sets the stage for energetic life.

Thanksgiving cactus

11/2010