…of moonlight

As if in some ancient harmony
beginnings must always be wrought from the shades of endings
the day is dying between sanguine folds of velvet
like a red rose that falls upon on its own reflection
after its last kiss upon the clouds
fragments of the setting sun glow softly like rubies
and then comes the purple nightfall radiant with a touch of gold
and the dark domains of evening skies
that follow the last sliver of violet light
the limitlessness of moonlight, the gleaming silver threads of night
blending into star bright skies, sparkled spider-webs nightly spun
the beauty that bejewels the vault of heaven
the languid moment of the pause
before flowers open to the touch of dawn
the soft blush of morning and crimson flush of colours
the ever-changing hues of the sky
shimmering golden threads in the gently breaking morn
the green earth greets the sun in verdant groves and silver showers
archways of beauty and light and 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