Golden sky, do you awake from sleep
you have open your gold eyes or did you just blink
morning or evening, will you not tell
orange sherbet cotton candy clouds, sweet to the eye
echo down on tops or rust colored mountains
like a shield of a gladiator's burnishes shine
hiding paths of water color washed out browns
tops of trees reaching out to the sunrise or set
like cathedral spirals paying homage
tipped with the hazy mist of purple grapes
and deep cobalt blue at far off horizon
leading down to soft green valleys below
reflected back light of lime on evergreens
touches of persimmon making eyes pucker
brilliant black forest here in my foreground
so lush and thick you cast not a shadow there
swallowing me up in your binding inky pitch