Dimpsey

On a whim
Late afternoon sun
Drew us to the sea

Cirrus laced its slow
Incandescence
Gold, orange,cherry.

We watched the sea
Flatten out
In the twilight

Then the horizon
Sharpen briefly
Under the streaks
Of night

Unseen
The naked moon
Full, soft and blushing
Rose behind the ridge
As we turned homeward
Before she regained
Her composure