Although twilight can last for awhile here despite our lower latitude, this particular glimpse was brief; it ended just as I was going into the house.
White clouds,
Grey clouds,
Dusk was silver blue;
Thus was the sky for a moment or two.
Quickly it faded to the night's hue.
Black trees,
Grey skies,
Evening star shone through.
Bare desert gravel.
A lone green tuft is holding
a wisp of feather.
The constellations of early night are changing. The heat of summer is arriving as Scorpio’s tail begins to dominate the midnight sky.
Go softly at night;
Scorpio's run up the sky.
He's ready to sting!
Oh the quiet bliss
of glimpsing the waxing moon
passing the window
Beautiful. You always paint such vivid landscapes. I wish I could wander through the world you create with your poems, Amy.