The sun set in streaks
and the clouds linger in handprints.
How quick does dusk smudge the horizon.
Pulls away the clear blue sky smile
and the sun glimmer shadows.
Grabs at the youth of the day, and crushes it
within the fingertips of night until the darkness
wrinkles and creases the firmament
from clear blue to pastels into pitch black.
How quick does night clutter the horizon.
It fills up the space with stars.
Strings them across the skyline in glowing orbs
until they twinkle and flicker
and feel our eyes
full of light.
Poetic Trials 