Drifting toward death

Red as the wind blurring this sunset
the color and movement 
through these clouds 
churns out of control. 
Dreams rain uneasy ashes 
from a cold blue sky, 
their songs hiding 
with the yellow sun, green words 
growing like the weeds burning
along the fire break. 

It is the orange,
the indigo,
the dark violet smoke
Rising into night.