some drivel

The sky is
An inverted ocean of
Rose-tinted waves crowned with
Purple-grey foam.

The sky is
An anvil of fog on which
The chill of the morning will
Hammer my soul.

The sky is
An aquarium filled with
Schools of dark, winged fish that
Swim through the cold.

The sky is
A grey-cobbled road on which
The Sun in his chariot is
Traveling alone.

The sky is
An upended brazier with
The last glowing embers of
Yesterday’s coals.

~ by oberonthefool on December 18, 2011.