The rocky ridge
rust red against
the scarlet sky.

The stream running through the canyon
crisp, cool, clean,
tumbles over rocks
creating whispering waterfalls.

Fish mingle in the eddies
and the crevices, coming
out to eat.

The sun reluctantly gives
way to the moon
Their struggle tearing the sky
apart into blinding oranges, paralyzing pinks,
impossible violet.