the tangerine sky.
Not scented, but glowing
gloriously etched into its’ colour
stars glitter gently
offering their illumination
as I walk home.
The moon is hidden behind the green hues
swirled among the varied colours
clouds wisp along,
covering the stars from time to time
like a curtain being drawn in a child’s room.
Sleep well stars.
Sleep well moon.
Goodnight to you, tangerine sky.