Colours

Black against light sky,
Bright flowers blown ; bare branches now
Reach beseechingly.

Reluctant sun hangs
Sending thin light and pinkness
To clouds sleek as cats

Now paling, blue grey,
I see mauve dying into dark
Night sky edges in

The blackness awaits;
Dreams dangle like stringed balloons
A new born gurgles

How full the holly!
Forsythia large and darker,
Wisely,birds shelter