Pigments

I wait for the night to sail me away.

When dark greets the light,

dulling blue skies to shades;

Of Indigo and silver.

And when she awakes,

Like a flower in bloom.

Flames kiss the mist,

As the sun meets the moon.

Smoky clouds roll up from teal seas.

Flying over the plains of deep greens and beige.

Lightning and rain to tickle the trees,

and fertile the soil while she creates;

Her harvest of hues.

A clandestine Kaleidoscope.

Spinning with the seasons.

A pale blue dot.

Infinite as she is majestic.

Our Mothers palettes Forever on display.

Fervor in her brush, and magic in her Iris.

There are no mistakes.

Only alterations,

As her moods and seasons change.

-JK