An Indigo Sky
Gazing up at an indigo sky
whilst i ponder upon my peculiar life
i see gauzy cotton-ball clouds
stretched across the vast expanse
where I write imaginary poems
upon them with my
nimble fingers
how it seems like a colossal canvas
for the great creator to cast a
never-ending painting to
pleasure our astonished eyes
the sunset comes and the sky has changed
from a robins’ egg blue to peach and mauve-
tinged colours
to at last a cerulean pool of molecules
bunched together with winking stars for
our ever-constant delight.
Copyright © 2012 Mary L. Montalvo. All rights reserved.
Gazing up at an indigo sky
whilst i ponder upon my peculiar life
i see gauzy cotton-ball clouds
stretched across the vast expanse
where I write imaginary poems
upon them with my
nimble fingers
how it seems like a colossal canvas
for the great creator to cast a
never-ending painting to
pleasure our astonished eyes
the sunset comes and the sky has changed
from a robins’ egg blue to peach and mauve-
tinged colours
to at last a cerulean pool of molecules
bunched together with winking stars for
our ever-constant delight.
Copyright © 2012 Mary L. Montalvo. All rights reserved.
