Ozark Dusk

The middle of February and it is 65 degrees this evening?!  Sitting out on the porch, enjoying the glory of it all...

E’er incessant, oh the things
I do not understand.
An hour after dusk but, oh,
the spectrum o’er the land!
Yellow-white in front of me…
darker on the rise…
to purple there at 1:00
above me in the skies!

My Father, He could do all this
at only His command;
yet, very slowly ‘fore my eyes,
He does it with His hand!
Another masterpiece for me
to frame within the mind
to conjure in the nights ahead
when, such, I cannot find.

A perfect evening with incredible colors.  Not every night be such.  I shall, for certain, remember this, especially in the nights to come...the ones that bring several inches of snow!
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