Strange sounds saturate
as the fierce heat leaves its legacy
to the red earth.
The sun extends his fiery baton
to his lady moon
and as the air hushes its breath,
the world declares ceasefire
in the presence of sunset alchemy.

The first star emerges,
it’s longevity is without question.
Twisted torsos of olive trees
boast a few centuries,
the scuttling lizard, a few years
and the butterfly that just brushed my face,
a day or so of radiant glory.