When the sun paints the sky

The blue’s ablaze

fiery strokes of red and orange

as the sun bids a daily farewell.

Long brushstrokes on a canvas

of wispy clouds, a persian tapestry

for a rising crescent

grinning in its wake.

‘Soon in its shadow I will get brighter

and inspire in the coyote

a serenade

echoing through my solemn brood’