November Moon

The morning November moon, I love so much, showed itself.
About this time of the year, we are privileged to be smiled upon
By a barely-there moon, as it hangs on to the night, while greeting a new day.

Sunset Artistry

Light scattered red by dust
Glowing orange just for us
As it travels through so many miles
Of atmosphere distortions for smiles
On faces radiant in sunsets glow
As the heavens shine on us below
With colors beyond compare
Brilliant views, we proudly share
As photos or artistic views, if we dare.
If words could only capture the spectacular rays
Of sunburst, bold colors as the end of lovely days
Then poetry would shine as art on us
Colorful as the so many ways that dust
And words deflect light to produce rhymes
Echoing all the sunsets, forever from ancient times