Aurora Prone

The lemon sunlight poured out far between things inhabits a coolness. Mosquitoes have subsided, flies are for later heat. Every tree's an auburn giant with a dazzled face and the back of its head to an infinite dusk road. Twilights broaden away from our feet too as rabbits bounce home up defiles in the grass. Everything widens with distance, in this perspective. The dog's paws, trotting, rotate his end of infinity and dam water feels a shiver few willow drapes share. Bright leaks through their wigwam re-purple the skinny beans then rapidly the light tops treetops and is shortened into a day. Everywhere stands pat beside its shadow for the great bald radiance never seen in dreams.