Edging of flame
Gilds shifting
Clouds that
Move, ponderous,
Floating gravitas, they
Cross imperceptibly
An unsettled sky
At long twilight
The pinks like
Prayers of ballast
Underneath gray ships
Of cumulus,
Nimbus of late summer,
The waves of weather's change
Gold-tinged ephemera
I
Cannot
Capture, in words
Or image this
Fire of west in sunset
Behind the moving
Gray that thunder
Left behind since
Rain swept in
And then away
But in the preternatural
Quiet of this
Homeostasis, I find I
Pause to try.
