Cerulean sky gives way to variegated
shades of sunset as it passes its shadows
across lavender fields of a warm California
summer evening.
Shades of magenta, and fiery orange fade,
fade into misty, misty light dusty pink,
as the tones in my face become flushed
with the hand on my shoulder.
"Early to bed; another day of field work
and harvesting the crop" he says to me softly
but knowing him as I do, that is the last thing
on his mind.
Indigo skies make no need of drawing blinds;
only the outline of lovers faces as the
moon shines smiling her glow through
lace edged curtains.
The cosy warmth of the duvet and his arm
around me all night, showed that same
light pink violet on my countenance,
as fresh as a newborn baby;
soft, soft gentle light rose.
Morning dawned as night vanished, reawakening
with a sound of the rooster; our alarm
clock for a new day, the cirrus clouds forming
a streak of crimson lake across the azure sky.
Honorable mention
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