A Late Fall Evening

The pale full moon 

veiled by the pastel clouds 

hangs above the stark branches 

in the still light sky. 

So washed out, 

it doesn't compare to the vibrant 

reds, 

oranges 

and purples 

behind me as the sun sets, 

its brilliance refracted and magnified by the 

glassy towers 

and pinnacles. 

But as the sky darkens 

and clouds turn to a dark grey 

that blends into the night, 

the moon 

is now a bright disc above my head 

with a single star accompanying it.