there's blush pink tinting the sky, glowing across too much space to fathom. a dress is dyed in dark pink which lightens as it dries: it remains unnamed. it's gone light, called blush pink, equal to the sky's tone and all quite by chance.
the sky softens, goes blush- pink in the earliest part of the morning. the horizon is streaked with fluffy clouds, all vibrantly-toned pinks. a shy blush, some would call it, and an old wives' line says it permits rain.