Mother Nature

She tricks me again,
trompe l’oeil at midnight,
cloaks herself
in salmon pink.

Changes her dress 
for the evening,
disrobes and
takes me with her.

Each night differs
from the previous, 
glorious splendor 
counters daylight. 

Wait for tomorrow, 
see what she reveals
as colors morph into 
monotonous pink. 

Mountains, sky and snow 
blend in harmony,
same as they lie 
together in ecstasy. 

Pink lingers way past 
midnight, fills windows 
too bright to close, hearts
too easy to love.

Absent moonlight, she dances
to her own tune, without worry
or fear, lighting up the
sky and fields with joy.

–Victoria Emmons, ©2017

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