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

Unless otherwise indicated, all writings and images are the work of C.L. Fisher and may not be copied, used, or distributed without permission.

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