Yellow Sky

Perhaps it is the yellowing autumnal foliage that the evening light reflects, or it could be the yellow corvette parked beneath this particular tree that up-lights the sky? Dusk brings diaphanous flights of jonquil-tinted clouds The horizon retires embedding itself within a canopy of brocaded gold, a gown so embossed, so quilted, it has become too deep to be lifted. The headlights of the corvette gleam their seeking suns. Night drives out sweeping before it russet murmurings. May their dying prayers illuminate the dawn.