Dusky Skies Blend the Colors

Dusk by the curving river caught me unguarded only this once: Wrapped around my core and spiraled Upwards as I glimpsed the entwined webbed crosses sifting sinking sun like twinkling dewy light breathing an evening song. And as coffee colored canoes passed, I thought of a parade I watched when a child, contrasted only by the drummers’ beat. Streams of colors blended with the descending dark, and the vision on the river lingers.