He casts the stars
on an endless canvas,
brushes the sky
with rays of amber,
supplies us with every
variation of peach,
sets our morning aglow
in lavender and pinks,
lights a fire on evening’s
last glance before it slips
beyond our horizon,
nestles us beneath
a canopy of violet,
lulls us to a welcome sleep.
—C.L. Fisher, July 2021
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