wine-colored sky
[or maybe eggplant]
hard to to pin down
as it wheels about
cut to ribbons by old stars
by new moons
smeared with clouds
like a car window
fogged with a child’s breath
amazed at the power
of her own lungs
in the new cold
we strain to hear
crickets of the fall
as we stare into
a darkened eye
that covers us, a dome
like a bruise turned
inside out
——
for
as everything turns grey
writing prompts by J.R.Rogue and Kat Savage
6. Purple is the Sky
Words and Feathers 
I’m enjoying the imagery of the sky being shredded by stars. Poor sky! It sure takes a beating. Shooting stars also singe it, as well. And don’t get me started about lightning! 🔥⚡️
I was thinking about those time lapse photos where the stars move in an arc through the sky.
Oh! I didn’t read as carefully as I normally do. The news is exploding around here.
Lovely thought, Chuckie.
On know, you got the tearing it to shreds part down right.