Orange

You are a fickle thing to hold and keep together,
Thus shards of you escape my best attempts.
And just when I thought you were here with me,
It would appear that you had kissed into the sky
With orange light, the wildest cloud formations,
And every single bit of I know not how or why.

Commentary
This poem was inspired by a very strange looking, beautiful evening sky; unfortunately, I was driving at the time and therefore could not photograph it.

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