Luminous sliver-moon,
bright star or planet, maybe Venus
off to the lower right.
Day-globe has gone, clear and then
smear of orange on the horizon,
black-green trees in lacy silhouette.
Polished marble headstones
tilt at the exact correct angle
to glimmer-shine in fading light.
A jet flies silently unnoticed
between moon and trees
in evident safety.
All is still and beautiful.
Darkness falls and
all is still and beautiful.
Margaret Dubay Mikus
© 2010
From Thrown Again into the Frazzle Machine