semi-circle in the sky

Semicircle in the sky—

seen from the damp confines

of my shelter

bathed in evening light.

Red herring, hardly not.

But by the end I’ll have fought

to encapsulate

some relevant thought.

Orange azaleas crowd

the sidewalk, under cloud,

planted behind a fence

they so beautifully shroud.

Yellow bricks of treasure,

looked for with good measure.

But don’t be surprised

if with it, still, there’s displeasure.

Greenhorn in this grand play:

life is still malleable, like clay.

Against fear and doubt,

let courage outweigh.

Bluegill in flat water swim

craftily underneath, skim

and navigate the depth,

willing to follow their mind’s whim.

Indigo aura quartz,

and all meaningful supports

of romanticizing life,

are irreproachable stalwarts.

Violet night bears down

on a subdued, coastal town.

But for remaining moments,

it'll continue to wear this crown.