David Wood (07 April 1950 / London)
Colours Of The Day
The flash of red sky in the morning
Against a rising orange sun:
Cool milky winds blowing gently
Across the open earth.
A deep azure sky spanning the
Heavens in the heat of the day
With a scattering of white fluffy
Cotton wool clouds drifting by.
The pale blue of evening cools
The air getting darker as the evening
Progresses with a silver moon rising
In the evening sky with a tinge of red.
Grey black mackerel skies drift by
As night’s cape descends, a sky full
Of blackness with the sprinkling of silver
Stars shining in the night sky.
The colours of the day are taken for
Granted as we pass through time,
Often without noticing natures changing
Patterns in our busy lives.
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