Small circular stars sit and twinkle in the sky;
thinking,
blinking.
The small white sun grows brilliantly
turning and growing in the
atmosphere red and orange.
Visions of arrant ruby reds,
plus purples and emerald greens
that stain the sky can be seen from afar.
While wishful comets fly by
tiny clouds form breathless angel wings that
make the sky an oil painting on canvas.
This nature,
this aurora…
this splendor.
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Your descriptive words painted a lovely image in my mind.
Thanks. It’s an old high school “Local Colors” poem. Gotta get more content on the website for Google to crawl 🙂
This article is about the 1996 film. For newspapers with the name, see Evening Star (newspaper) and Star (newspaper) . For other uses, see Evening Star (disambiguation) .
it’s actually not but I like that you could pull a comparative reference from the recesses of your brain. What is that, 26 years ago? Nice memory, buddy!
It is a lovely verse.
Thank you Eli!