~
night wears on
strange things
happen in the sky,
angry bruises form
briefly stare down
then gently dissipate
indolently, insolently,
leaving charcoal and
paler smoked grey,
planets and myriad
stars pulse, vying for
attention before
losing interest
in my audience,
daylight dressed
in pink marbling
heralds dawn, a
sorely inadequate
name for such a
scintillating event
*
© Graham R Sherwood 12/25