Splotches of blues and greens
cover the canvas.
With orange and reds
painted like the leaves
in the crisp autumn breeze.
Shades of pink
line the sky.
As diverse yellows follow the trail
of the setting sun.
Twinkling stars
are subsequent.
The moon,
shinning its bright
white light.
Time passes,
dawn breaks,
and over the hills,
the sky turns to
a deep velvet purple,
Soon to change to
a radiant blue.
As the sun rises,
and fills the skies
with magnificent hues.
Birds sing their whimsical melodies.
The day starts anew.
And all is told
through a painted memory
starting with you.
~*~ Jill ~*~
Hi Jill. I really like this poem. I love how you put it together. With painting and all. Great job! Keep on writing because you have a lot going for you Jill. xSuzyx