stopping by a cornfield
on a hot summer evening
to watch the sunset,
crystalline clouds reflecting
gold, orange, red, then pink
In the low light of the setting sun, the corn is all golden -- tassels, dry yellow leaves, stalks and corn husks covering the hard golden kernels. The swirls of cirrus clouds above the sun look like stained glass, alabaster white and molten gold at first, then swiftly changing to burnished copper, burning ember.
In the south, the half moon floats at half mast between strands of cirrus fibratus that look like some ancient grandfather's wispy beard.
The sun turns into a golden urn as its light is distorted by the clouds.
Is that a dragon hovering above the sinking sun?
Like a flare, the sun shoots up a column of gold as the light reflects from the crystals in the high-flying cirrus clouds.
After the sun has disappeared below the horizon, its lingering light turns the clouds in the east cotton candy pink.
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