Below The Stars (A Modified Rubaiyat) Poem by Chris Embrick

No shafts of light, no golden rays
The canvas primed with pale chartreuse
No wind to sail soft clouds away
Ribbons of orange and peach sorbet
Below the stars, a purple hue
A hint of blue spread inbetween
Stretched the beauty of the view
The whole aglow with light infused
The rainbow colors of a dream
A masterpiece of Autumn days
Below the layers of yellow cream
The buttered tops of evergreens
The sun an orb of butterscotch
I could not help but stop and watch.