a sky gone pink

when i look out 

the back window

i see woods.

i see the sleeve of blue

water

rolling along

i see birds,

deer, a fox or two.

woodpeckers

against the trees.

i see the sky gone pink

through

the bare limbs,

the thick trunks

of oak

and birch.

i see the sky

delighted with itself

in settling in for the night.

as i will.