September 5, 2016 by petrujviljoen
Crickets have started. It’s still early. It’s the last half hour of day’s drama – topmost sky turns indigo, paling to soft light blue blending to pale yellow. A violet line along the deep green horizon. Valleys disappear. Orange, pink, violet wisps streak the sky. Long after the sun bid goodnight.
First star appears, brightens, throbs. More and more, a great very many more. Present to, in the night.
work of light being
handed over to the night
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