The Sky, Transforming

When the sky began this day's journey
toward closure it was wide and deeply blue
like an overwhelming sea; as though,
as the Earth turned, gravity became confused
and the wet blue of a vast ocean upturned to
become the sky, overhead. In that cerulean
vista the golden glance of the sun illuminated
all it previewed piercingly with its iridescent
burning gases flaming the faultless blue.

Halfway to the end of this most extraordinary
day the sky tired of its soft blessing of blue
and invited muted grey to enter its atmosphere;
grey like the massed wings of a million doves,
their gently whistling uplift a melodious wind
dispersing those initial wispy, whistling clouds
to a wider orbit until it seemed a pearly,
whispering fog, descending in a gradual
transparent veil where the sun rays were stilled
though that great orb still was faintly manifest.

Finally, in the waning hours of this long,
shifting sky, in the gloaming of the day, some
shimmering shifts, pearl-grey to a tinge of
pearliest silver - then parting the clouds,
horizontal streaks of blue breaking the
monochromatic sky's hue tantalizing
the flaming eye of the hidden sun.

Concluding the day's sky, blue assumed tinges
of mild pink aspiring to crimson, dissolving
to the night's velvet blue. Transformation
finally complete, as the skies succumbed to the
dazzling revelation of its release of those frozen
crystals, patiently awaiting their opportunity
under cover of darkness, bringing bright white
litter to the welcoming landscape below.