Patches

PATCHES

Pink patches of clustered clouds hanging

On tree tops shadowed at dawn

Match puff pillows patrolling expecting

Sunrise’s splendor to look upon

Blue azure sky in heaven yawns

Soon to spill day’s dazzling designs

Garbed painter with palette of colors

Vast background standby for signs

Crimson casts crest horizon

First fire’s glow rising penetrates

Dark guardian black sentinel trees

Silent night falls own designates

Pictured panorama paints a new day

Dawns masterpiece all of her own

Blazes bridges, joining earth and sky

As patches pink vivid are shown

Pieced patrons in orchestral cadre

Transmit music without any sound

To viewers watching Today break the day

With pink patches of clouds all around

Poem by Imelda Dickinson, March 26, 1984
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