It's Still Life

Fades to Black

A length of wind
can run chase
through summer.
Limestone to sand,
and blow white hot,
then tempered pink
into a shade that
sinks the sun,
chills the day,
and sets to hide its
crimson fragrance
into the horizon.

And palmed like magic,
it fades to black.

© Misky 2016,  for Poetic Bloomings: 27 July “Colours“