Last light

Last light of the longest day
lingers in the lodge pole pines,
passes through aspen
that happen to be there,
turning everything pink
against the blue sky.
There is no light like this
last light before night
lies down until dawn. mjh



Look East
to watch the setting sun
reach across the miles
to brush the mountains pink
with one last caress farewell
as they blush
rose red at nightfall
and sink into gray
waiting for the moon to say
“Hush, be still now.
I am with you til the dawn.” mjh


(with a tip of the hat to Jon Knudsen)

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