Red and orange, yellow <br />Maybe a touch of blue <br />Paint the sky with fire <br />And the snow with a barren hue <br /> <br />Can we catch these shadows with our hands <br />Or will the dusk refuse to play our game <br />I think the streetlamps want to breathe awhile <br />Before we fit them with a starry frame <br /> <br />The people pass and nod their vacant eyes <br />We paint them with a dash of loneliness <br />The keys for home sit anchored in their pockets <br />And all the words are written on their breath <br /> <br />The snow is whiter than the stone I found <br />That summer day in august at the shore <br />We said it looked just like a tiny moon <br />You held it till the daylight closed its door <br /> <br />But now the snow is growing cold as dawn <br />And all its left is pictures we could paint <br />That show two lovers with a broken brush <br />You paint a sky that I describe as faint <br /> <br />Red and orange, yellow <br />Maybe a touch of blue <br />I’ve painted love with fire <br />And the snow with a barren hue<br /><br />Ben Paynter<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/we-tried-to-paint-a-fire-in-the-snow/
