Color

By A. LESLIE

Violet winds whispering
 Beneath a yellow moon,
Blue shadows dancing
 To a river's silver croon.

White the stars and black the sky,
 Gray the rising mist,
Where the frost with ashen lips
 The brown earth kissed.

Amber lances flinging
 From a purple cloud
As the dawn with scarlet stains
 The night's pallid shroud.