The frost-bitten sun sinks.
Puckered rosehips, brilliant drops of blood,
Sprinkle among the scraggly underbrush,
While silvery drifts slouch deep in their beds.
The twisted poplar thrusts jagged edges
Against soft folds of velvet skies;
Snapping air snatches breath,
Transforms it to mist, sailing away.
Solemn silence shivers.
Bold, and girded with jewels,
Stalwart Orion marches across the expanse.
The slice of moon served on a plate of twilight
Drips onto the tablescape in splatters of glitter
As the frost-bitten sun sinks.
Photo credits: Deandra Penner
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