Glowing embers crackle amber across the opaque sky.

Mother’s mastery bleeding reds into blues, lilacs and greys.

Colours hang like the gases which seek to envelope all.

Greens are mirrored in Mother’s looking glass.

The air shimmers and waivers,

Clouds shape and dissipate as Mother’s warmth spreads its wings.

Sullen and sultry, rosy reds blush and sink into a fiery horizon.

Mother’s warmth fades in the budding darkness,

Appearing in greys, navy and white.

Bitter blues as Mother weeps.

Her tears slip from the sky to shade the whole world in an overcast grey, as darkness blooms.

Yet in weeks, Mother will seek to start a fire anew.