Through the Night

Pushing Through
for A.R.

The sunset is beautiful.
I seem to have forgotten
there are such colors.

Bright pink sky
and gold edged clouds
darken to crimson and violet,
fade to dusk.

I sit
through the wheeling panoply
of stars,
the horned moon’s
thin light

until chill
gray light of dawn,
white fog
threading
among distant trees.