When Daylight Becomes Minuscule

The slow red sun falls through the dusk gray sky Shadows from bird's wings glide casually by Feathered limbs carry them away from night They float through skies of layered painted light The day changes coats when night creatures sing Dim stars appear like an uncoiling string The worn cloth of time turns into twilight Harmonies of night fill ears with delight Sunlight ends on a quiet spinning spool The red of its light becomes minuscule Moonlight splays upon a realm of starlight And brings its own layers of painted light I watched in awe at this slow changing scene Only my whispers of thanks intervene 3/21/21 contest Rhyming Couplets sponsor Janice Canerdy