A teal twilight inks cobalt silhouettes,
while shy stars unveil their flickering lights.
And shadows slink forth melding with the night,
as a sanguine sun feigns a scarlet death.
Pink clouds cluster at the horizon’s edge,
absorbing shades of cerise and purple.
And daylight shrinks to a brindled aura,
reflected by rusty crystals of ice.
Dusk weeps dew drops, grieving to no avail,
as darkness dims last vestiges of light.
And brisk breezes whisk heat away in gusts,
eerily chilling both body and soul.
Long skeletal fingers anchor the sky,
to a lone tree rooted in ebony.
And a marshmallow moon appears snagged,
in the netting of its Velcro branches.
Creatures of the dark stir from their slumber,
in the wake of a disappearing sun.
And as silence sets, life bends to its will,
all but a cricket’s haunting piercing shrill.