See how the colors change entirely:
At six thirty, the palette is silvers, bronzes,
olives, pale gold of early sun, mauve and pewter
in the water and the sky

At eight thirty, it’s all blues and greens,
sparkly water, tender glow of fresh young grass
with its russet seed heads,
white of beach plum blossoms, yellow dandelion

At nine, it changes again, as marbled clouds
roll in on mounting south wind —
blue water goes gray-green,
grass, by turns, is bright and somber

A seagull rides an updraft
upwind along the bank,
glides through time
as colors glide through the day.

©Wendy Mulhern
May 15, 2014

photo by Pam Cassel