Night Life*


Yellow Vermillion turning slowly crimson

says another day of light is done.

One last warm breath flames forth from the sun

singeing stratus highways in the west.

A quiet wash of indigo unfurls

diamonds broadcast from the rim of time.

Then thunderless flashes shutter in the south

catching stills of stately clipper ships

sliding through the sluices in the night

making for a canvas-fresh tomorrow.


Jerome L. McElroy


*Accepted Manna (9/93)