sunset, twilight, May

the sky at last
blue and infant pink

in outstretched clouds
shows all its subtle paths

the moon with her funny little smile
is waiting for her light to rise

why should we keep
our two feet on the ground?

the night creeping along the grass
whispers into the earth

gravity
is some secret
they share between them

still this sky hangs for a long time
like a promise spoken lightly
over the dark bodies of the western trees.