Poetry by Jeff Green

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Transformed

by cricketjeff on January 23, 2009.  © Jeff Green, All rights reserved

The sky turned pink toward the end of day
And nature packed her tray of grey away
All whites were rendered into beaten gold
And beauty reigned for but the briefest stay

The day that started dreary wet and cold
Would end as art deserving to be sold
The transformation of a London sky
Into an artists palette bright and bold

I saw the change and wished that I could fly
And see the scene below become a lie
With every part in colours quite untrue
Triumphantly the sun will bid goodbye

At times like these you can’t believe the view
And have to look at everything anew
I look and find the only thing to say
The Sunset knows that I’m in love with you”