Amber Glass Evening

These deep summer days turn opal toward evening, then amber in a parting of light and darkness. There is a sureness in the citron, a yearning for the flames fanned in the flickering children dancing in tall blue-green weeds as the last shadows of sun turn lawn chairs to brass. An obelisk of moon rolls on the thick cloth sky like an amethyst vase arranged on tables with stars like fruit and unmoving grand parents sacred as artists.