Glow

Persimmon rouge-orange lingered on the horizon to be fair,

Faint whisper of a sleepy jazz saxophone swam in the air,

Slowly, but surely, azure-blue dusk slid into the atmosphere,

Little bitsy tipsy in the evening lit the magic in there,

Curious, but yet daring, flicked tinders in the bagel eyes so clear.

9.15.2021