An ember sunset sweeps for miles
inking Oklahoma orange
seeping into rough red dirt.
I know no greater glitter
than the sun sparkles in tassels
of a field full of corn.
A wide West sky blushes,
blooms flame, flinging phoenix fire
across the dome of the dying day.
Dusk descends with dewy exhale.
Evening velvets into vagaries
of lingering liminal light.
Speckled stars scintillate
in the winking windows of heaven
shuddering disbelief at their distant beauty.
The sickle-sharp moon
soothes the sea of grasses
into blue oblivion.
Wind washes the world awake
and signals the sparrow to sing
the first-light fanfare
of phoenix flight to life.