All The Colours I Have Known
Beginnings must be wrought
From the shades of endings
As in some ancient harmony
The dying of the day
Like a red rose
That falls upon on its own reflection
Between sanguined folds of velvet
Fragments of setting sun
Glowing like rubies
After the days last kiss on the clouds
Radiant with a touch of gold
There comes the purple nightfall
The dark domains of evening skies
Follow the last sliver of violet light
The limitlessness of moonlight in the night
Gleaming silver threads
Blending into star bright skies
Sparkled spider-webs nightly spun
The beauty that bejewels the vault of heaven
The languid moment of the pause
Then the blush of morning
The crimson flush of colour
Flowers that open to the touch of dawn
The ever changing hues of the sky
Shot through with golden threads
Of breaking morn
As the green earth greets the sun
Verdant groves and silver showers
Archways of beauty and light
White puddles of blossoms
Studded with emerald stones
Even wind over leaves
Has a beauty that becomes a colour
Blending shades of shadows with light
All the colours I have known
Vibrant splashing colours wild and wanton
True timeless beauty always new
Patterns changing endlessly as me
© Ann Bagnall 2014.
I love this one!!
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Thanks for the lovely comments as always Blair! 🙂
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Your welcome Annie! 🙂
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