Western sky

A stream of sky blue,

Powdered with rosy rouge,

Shadowed with mauve,

That wove and covered the blue,

A wintry moon so pale,

The flapping bats in their nightly due,

Looked even more darker than their hue,

Neither brush nor a poet can capture this inner view,

That nature has put up with so much diligence ,

It seems only for my vigilance.