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.
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