Who paints the sky with loaded brush

Of bright and bloodied crimson hue,

Then dips their fingers in the sun

And trails its gold across, and through,

The clouds before the day is done?

Who sets the sky on fire thus?

Asherah sweeps this fiery blush

Across the canvas of the sky.

’Tis she who paints this abstract way

In which the colours dance and die

In fire at the close of day.

She paints the sky and leaves it thus.

Christina J.