Whisps of golden cotton make us say, “Wow.”
They make us remark that God is an Artist.
He creates a new sunset every evening
Out of water and hydrogen atoms, nitrogen too.
He will add a little ozone and a lot of oxygen to the stew.
We will see all of this as gold against pastel blue.
I hold your hand and thank Him really hard
Because you are in my life.
You promise me that when the vaccines have had a chance
To work within our systems rendering us invincible
You will go with me to my beloved beach
To sit below the massive blue, next to the all-encompassing azure
On top of the endless yellow to wait for
Gold on Pastel blue.
I hope that you never meet the Artist
Without your brushes because
Artists help each other.
It will be nice to meet a kindred spirit
With the palette to create his sunset.
Writing Right 
What beautiful imagery you create in this poem! The color theme that you weave throughout paints a beautiful picture of the sky, relationship, and faith.
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Thank you.
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“Gold on pastel blue.” I love that image! We have beautiful sunsets in Colorado, where I live, but usually with a lot more pink and orange than gold. And like you, I’m longing for beach time. Soon, I hope!
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Hey, maybe we’ll meet on the strand. I’ll be the one without a tan. Haha.
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Today is a good day for poetry… well, any day is but some days we need it more than others. And beaches too.
Sunsets… all recognizable as sunsets but so much variety. I moved to Colorado from New Mexico (another noted sunset state)
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Yeah, you know all about that striking beauty of the Earth and Sky.
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Sunsets always get me. How great to look at a sunset and think of the promise of a new day.
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Yes. It’s like another birthday.
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