Poem #3 of the 30/30 challenge, National Poetry Month. (April 3)
Spectrum of Sky
Early in the morning,
long before dawn,
the sky begins its trek
across the spectrum.
First, a jet black palette
crawls beneath stars,
flushing into charcoal and
cobalt as the earth begins
its dance with daylight,
then blushes into red and
orange when kissed
by the sun.
A cerulean day emerges from
the embarrassed embers
of morning, bleaching into
pale blue, almost white,
when the luminous sky grows
tired of light.
The approaching evening
spawns purple and violet
tantrums, protesting impending
nightfall, edging ever closer to the
jet black where it began.
