Twilight spreads its cover —
a blanket of stars
twinkling in the azure
expanse of evening.
Too dark for day.
Too light for night.
They compete for attention
as they slowly ignite the sky.
ad astra
What is it about the crisp
December night that beckons me
outside
and compels me to look
past the tree tops
past the clouds
to the hopeful moon
and beyond?