The orange sun retreats
beautifully surrendering
to the clouds and night sky
that is pursuing him.

The last bits of lights
turns gray cirrus purple
signaling crickets
and crazy croaking frogs
that they are free
to sing with the birds.

Warm become a cool forty-six degrees.
While others ready for sleep,
I look forward to the ecstasy
of waiting in such fervent longing
for the sun to return.