Against an unbroken cyan vault, ragged peach tinged storm wisps race
A faint waning moon hangs over glowing limestone outcrops, wreathed in coarse umbrage
Great **** and Robins dart and flit amongst vivid Pyracanthas berries
The tarrying light softly drains
A sudden chill sparks a brief spine shudder
All hangs still and silent in the half light for an infinite moment