Dusk

I dream in numinous mist of cushioned clouds

Resplendent in pinks and oranges.

As the sun leaves them

They blush in their ardor

For the approaching night

With its dark perfume

Is their lover.

Enveloping each one, wrapping it

In darkness

Buoying each

Until the moon’s eye beckons.

And obediently,

They come into silver stream,

Softened-

By a lover’s touch.

Copyright/All rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2011