Saffron rays glitter like chiffon
ribbons, entangled in the clouds.
And purple lilacs brush the air,
painting delicious aromas.
Orange tints the rim of the earth,
as charcoal skies reveal their stars.
And as twilight shifts into dusk,
ravenous grays devour color.
Cotton candy pinks shield the sun,
behind a bright magenta glow.
And a dumpling moon’s silver hues,
entice lengthy shadows to grow.
Night dons a cloak of tattered black,
enlisting the screech of an owl.
And soon reality slumbers,
dreaming in muted shades of blue.
Far horizons of ebony,
ink shrubs and trees in silhouette.
And Venus summons tomorrow,
anticipating today’s death.
Emile Pinet was born in a small city, (Bathurst) New Brunswick, Canada, the third eldest of thirteen children, ten girls and three boys. He is the product of a semi-dysfunctional family, brought up by a physically abusive and controlling father, versus a loving, nurturing mother. Many of his poems reflect the uniqueness of nature, which he loves, and his poetic observations of life in general. Emile is 66 years old and has been writing poems since he was about 35. The ideas started to come to him rapidly one day at work-- he decided to write them down and express himself through his poetry.