Ovation

I watch

textiled world

through

dimmed window,

twilight muted; sheer pleated sky

spiraling into night’s music.

I applaud

pirouetting trees.

On point branches, limbs, leaves

arch and plié, furl then unfold lithe,

elated against purpled maroon scrim.

Twirled shouts of orange coil, crescendo, boom, crown;

Gift transcends day and falls silent. 

by S.Nielson