The sky is now pale lilac edged with dark
The   trees where small birds sleep are almost black
A mystic may enjoy a vivid spark
Through having senses other mortals lack.

The sky’s more pale than  it is darker grey
I see a pink, a blue in clarity
Now it turns as rapid  as dismay
Until  devoid of  such variety.

And darker still ,in grey it edges down
Until it’s less distinct from those large trees.
But  with my words  to keep me from a frown
Darkness comes and so my words must cease.

A mirror to the outer world in verse
May save  us all from  wintering with a  curse.

The sun sinks but it burns like a  great fire;
All the sky’s aflame with  fierce intent;
Who thinks of death as weakness, is a liar
Before the end  our glory must be spent.

The  graphics of the branches look Chinese
As  blackened brush is drawn across red silk
Infinite yet countable  my days
Running like a river without silt

Thus I am not transcendent in myself
But joined to all that lives I feel I am.
So in conjunction we will find our health
Ambivalence contains both lion and lamb.

The fire of  orange leaves me with a glow
As into night I with all creatures go

The sky is bright and yet behind  black trees
The dark orange of evening   has begun
This sight is free to all  without a fee
Yet we must wisely  choose or blind become.

Soon,too soon the whole sky will be dark
Incremental changes come to fruit
And then it will be black without a spark
Except  for stars whose light we cannot loot.

Imperceptibly  like this we too will change
From glossy youth to hunched and weary crones
And yet  we must refuse to be deranged
As  all our body weakens from its bones

As long as we can see or touch or feel
Life is  worth the eating in this meal