The Skies Above My Yard

Standing in my yard I see
An ever-changing artistry
In wondrous paintings on the sky
That touch my soul, delight my eye.

Their magic colors speak to me
Of desert days or nights at sea,
Of gentle lovers, friendships deep,
Of childhood joys, and dreamy sleep.

I lift my eyes to name the hues
Of ripened reds and crystal blues,
Of smokey grays and gilded snows,
Peach bruised to orchid, faded rose.

A backyard bench is my front row
To view the planet's constant show.
Like gold, this special place I guard
And watch the skies above my yard.

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