This photo was taken the other night by a local photographer. Many captured similar results of the sunset all around the Puget Sound area. It fits nicely the rubiat form of poetry we were prompted to write today at dversepoets.com
Dancing with the Stars
You came to me in a dream indigo,
a timeless honor from long, long ago.
I, wearing a primrose evening gown,
you, your magenta and sapphire trousseau.
Through furrows of aquamarine and bordeaux,
we waltzed to the outer archipelago,
skipping the teal streets of tinseltown
to crimson tunes in stereo calypso.
We royally stole the starlight's show,
painted the skies like Michelangelo.
Before early black, we boogied til sundown,
when we reveried in the cobalt-violet afterglow.
