When the brilliant blue day
comes to its starry end,
Coyote howls dim and far away.
Above the auburn desert,
hawk circles wide while
Rabbit and grouse
nestle underground.
Cloaked in deep purple
are juniper and sage,
their gnarled trunks in
twisted old age,
are twilight blended.
And all the world
is briefly imbued
with deep rusty light,
and purple hued,
until -
brilliant Orion rises,
a crown to winter's night.
(Goblin Valley, Utah
February 1995)
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