Closing Colors
Patrick Czyz
When dawn drives the peal-pressed wheel
Over the rounded rail of sky,
The sight sounds a glint-sung hymn:
Like the gleaming red rim of a goblet
Spewing its sweet silted rivulet,
Sprinkled with sun-reigned rays
Onto the darksome cast hue,
So lifting it to yellow-pink yew.
All this...when closing colors crochet
Into blue-bounded day.
Over the rounded rail of sky,
The sight sounds a glint-sung hymn:
Like the gleaming red rim of a goblet
Spewing its sweet silted rivulet,
Sprinkled with sun-reigned rays
Onto the darksome cast hue,
So lifting it to yellow-pink yew.
All this...when closing colors crochet
Into blue-bounded day.
Patrick Czyz is pursuing a Baccalaureate of English.