This Night

Late at night the smoky night drifted through the window,

The dusky fires building in the western skies,

And I,

I stood and watched the yellow sun drip over the land

And disappear under the lilac horizons. 

In the midnight the smoke of the fire teased my senses,

The shimmered bits of glass shining in the sky,

And I,

I sat on the shadowed green and smelled the dripping pines

And heard the rain shower in the far north. 

At dawn the smoky skies turned and faded into wispy strings,

And submitted to the rose and gold in the sky,

And I,

I lifted my face to the yellow sun shining and warming my face

With the touch of a gentle new day. 

Linda Peachey, 2020

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