Tonight's sunset from my window.
Last night's crimson over Saint Ninian's Isle...
...In pink & blue through the fisheye.
you know time’s right;
reach for feathers after sunset.
out on that ridge,
you stop and sense on your mountain.
its sleek pinkness in azure sky,
untouched, unscarred by spring thunder,
it glides and slides above your head,
suave, elusive in silent dusk like a love sign,
in migration between two worlds,
gardens or gates – gallant wader so elegant,
symbiosis fledged in single glance;
cloud en trompe l’oeil,
flamingo sky on camera.
© Nat Hall 2007