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.