Weaving Magic

colts
breaking through the dawn
riding so freely
across the pink sky

which is now turning yellow

and the colts drown
to form a wolf
its snout is raised
as if it smells something
in the yellow dawn

and the blue comes

the wolf's shape disperses
to form small free shapes
to form butterflies
all flying around the air

the rain comes
the blue disappears
and low, hanging grey clouds
visible just above the sky
somehow they look like a thick winter quilt
patched here and there

the clouds break
and the blue is visible again
and the clouds form a bird
somehow unable to fly
and still struggling to learn

and evening sets in
purple paints the world

a white bridge is formed
a distinct cross between two worlds

the last rays of light
the darkest shade of blue, maybe even black
covers the world

the world sorrowfully sighs
as everyone lies asleep

up there, the clouds
unable to stop
continue to weave their magic