Full Moon

Pink Twilight

I scan the horizons, westward the setting sun.
Cloudlessness mingling with tree tops.
The day is nearly complete,
The crispness of autumn in the air.

The deep blue sky of the day fades,
Contrails the only contrast of the sun filled day,
Vapors concentrate on the rim of the atmosphere.

To the east the wisps are painted pink
Darkness begins to settle 'round about.
Our day is ending with a sense of awe
Full moon rising to light the night.