Methought

24) Palette

I dress the sky in grey,

dove chiffon clouds

to cloak her, rain clouds a

fascinator to enchant

the birds that scatter

like freckles on her face -

I paint the sky grey

give her lips dark as coal,

see her blush blue in the day;

I paint away all the blemishes

of cirrus scars and unroll

the cumulus in curls on her head,

make her pretty as a doll.

I adorn her with smokey ribbons,

drizzle her with the perfumes

of late summer afternoons:

ripe fruit slices their

heavenly aroma entices -

see her dewy as early spring mornings

under the gently blooming, new year sun.

And the rain washes it all away.

All the toils of day,

rain rests her in the purples and oranges

of the dusk sun,

lays her to sleep in the

deep blue, knows only

to smother and soothe

in night's heavy sea.

(9th July 2014)