L'aura del Campo

9:09 [126] Serenade#...?

9:09

There's a certain symmetry in golden wisps that criss cross the northwest, the flag waving goodbye to the day, the clouds, the rains, goodbye to the river racing towards the sunset.

As Twilight gathers her skirts and Night his lanterns. Goodbye.

As air cools and summer sky darkens. Goodbye.

As the golden globe seeks other venues, bringing them dawn. Goodbye.

© Copyright 2021 Kåre Enga [178.126.s] (26.mai.2021)

Note: sunset comes late in Western Montana.