Pinkish Hues by L. M. Montes

Pinkish hues of gradient splendor
spread your colored robes so free,
across the sky a dance you render
for such souls who yearn to see.

A vacuumed hush with mists of dusk
whisper songs of silence floating,
nature’s calm and slowness brusque
gives way to darkness’ dewy coating.

Nighttime shines with speckled lights’
canopy gently dotting ebony skies,
moonlight hovers beams so tight
commanding coverage until rise.

Morning rays o’er the horizon render
with arms caressing soft and free,
pinkish hues of gradient splendor
for such souls who yearn to see.