Nightfall

Out the front door and the globe of sky
Hisses a warm pink and way orange
Like the wave pattern on sand.
Inhale the watery-smelling air
As a V of geese squawks by.
Sun hangs outside that globe
Slipping around to the other side
Leaving those watery rumbles to memory
And dragging behind a purple reminder
That drips to blue, to black, now night, now home.
A crisp moon crescent cuts the sky,
Its sharpened tip pointing at Venus
As if to say, look over there
That's where I'm going.
Breath of night air, smell of cold and green.
The star globe twinkles with satellites
Like lost fireflies, ever circling and searching.