Puple skies , so many different shades
Centre , Clouds as if shrouding a red hot coal~
As the sun is almost done
All the time becoming way more less bold~
Darker now mountains demand the fore
Patches left of fading crimson light~
That are tipping mountains highest peaks
As if welcoming the night~
Animals of the night ever slowly
Anounce their shift to start~
Ever slowly light it fades
As slowly the day and night they part~
A dampness rises to embrace this time
And temerature it changes~
Two different worlds the day and night
As nature with lighting it rearranges~
The animals of the now closing day
They have already set to rest~
Out in this ever beautiful wilderness
Both day and night live up to their best~
But this changing time ever so fine
I love so it is true~
Between day and night and night and day
I love this small amount of time I do~
The twilight hours the reds and pinks
The purples growing from the green~
These small amounts of time that be
Some of the magic of nature mixing colors that I've seen ~