Snap Shot

Twelve degrees defines it Six above or six below civil dawn or civil dusk A golden nostalgic show Of other worldly beauty A time of reflection to see another undeserved gift granted to you and me The rays of the sun softened ,blues and violet hues banned filtered through a blanket Of smoke and smog and sand Taking on a sepia tint As orange and red hues combine Muted with a touch ,of directional light to perfectly Align The golden hour Reigning supreme,among the minutes of the day Casting all in its wondrous glow Chasing all shadows away.