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.