Nightscape

Like tufts of cotton colored red and rosy And scattered through the baby sky at light Eve’, twilight clouds are whirling around the white moon, orbiting their spoke, all lush and lazy; Or strands of cloth sent fluttering a’mosey through late afternoon drowsying near night, and circling about, like crimson kites in flight, a beaming moon, swirling afloat and hazy; The heavens, swelling into a wide expanse, glow splendid. Strewn with stripes of ruby sweet, engulfing night draws in to drape the day’s affairs with its dark quilt. So the romance of a thousand million stars takes its seat by the moon’s glow, with effervescent rays.