Pink, Orange, Yellow,

The pastels mask the clouds,

Painted upon the canvas sky

As if by unseen brushes

Purple, White, Blue

The light fades away

Nature’s artist has spilt her turpentine

The colors smear and fade

Black

The canvas is empty and cold

The art is gone, again

To come back

Another day

And then to fill the sky once more

Blue, White

The clouds smile

On this new slate

The houses have changed,

The year has changed,

The sky has not.