Over the neighbor’s house
between the towering firs
the bright sky shifts colors, following the sun.
Daylight blue yields to pink, pale orange to blinding white,
the edges tinged with darkness from the east.
Colors echoed in my yard: the vivid crabapple, the muted red maple
the darkening green
the western light brushing everything with gold and soft sunshine yellow.
A sunbeam pierces a gap
between tree and curtain
flooding my room with an orange glow
the last light of evening.