Evergreen Foliage dances like a dress escorted by nimble legs

Against a Carolina blue sky as shifting sheep roll and float by

Still we know their just wolves in disguise waiting to growl and strike

But that won't be played out on this stage adorned by southern skies

Because the sun punctures their costumes with radiant sepia tones

And this glowing orb then spills orange paint over the summerscape

The clouds now have their silver lining and a tint of cotton candy

Our palettes are tantalized but in the distance there's echo's of grey

That whisper of a blanket shadow that has only been mentioned

Colors are in a cardinal flux to usher in the cloaks carnal force

From the reflection off a shiny source absent the golden torch

As the pendulum swings the paradigms become black and white

Bats stretch their wings and felines mischievously play in the streets

Until the dogs start barking and the roosters awake with their crowing