The sun slips into the westward ether
Fading from the eastern sky gazer’s view
Altered perspective to the perceiver
Light purples and pinks; a soft, blended hue
The last light of day disappears from sight
The landscape grows restful, tranquil and still
Shadows emerge as the moon floods the night
Temperate breezes blow over the hill
Coyotes, a fox, fireflies and an owl
Stir and descend on their nightly ballet
Off in the distance a long lonely howl
Stealth, languid movement trees appear to sway
Day relinquishes the stage to the dark
Stars gently glint, rendering a sky less stark
