Vermillion Sundown

To the onslaught of night, daylight is retreating. In the western horizon, the sun is receding. Stratus clouds display a reddish hue. A gloaming precedes the dark, which is due. In the foreground, I see silhouettes of trees. They bend, but never break in the breeze. It is a rare and beautiful sight. I see vermillion clouds before night. They seem to signal the coming of the moon. A silver waxing crescent makes its presence soon.