Paint the sky

Such a pretty canvas

Sweeping brushstrokes

Blues and grays

and all the colors sunsets are made of

A smear of pigment

a splash of sun

A little brush for a distant bird

A horizon stretching out

from border

to border

Too many clouds clutter the sky

so wipe one off

Too bored?

Dance your bristles into the Northern Lights

Overwhelmed?

Splash a can of purples and blacks

To make it night

Sprinkle stardust near the moon

And pencil in some constellations

It should start to dry soon

‘Till the morn’ applies some light