Red Sky at Night


Retiring into the deep

Colors of the day


We come to the end

When light must give

Way to night


We sigh and with

Misty breath, exhale


Into the coming dark


No more arguments

To make against the



Maybe a farmer’s

Understanding, for

There are evening



Whose cycle will

Reverse the colors


Sorry, perhaps, for

Those who cannot

Read the final

Message in the dusk

Of dying day


Well, look to new hues

In the tellings that

Arrive, whenever


Daytime and

Nighttime meet, alive