Night Skies of Seattle

I lay nestled in the outspread Navajo blanket

the soft sounds of the evening echo around me

the earth beneath

feels warm and comforting

in the hollow

I have made for myself.

Although expectant

my body and mind are still

as the sun makes its colorful exit

salmon pinks, desert yellows and serge blues

bloom and merge in its fallen trail

as the night encroaches.

At the denouement

slowly I rise

fold my blanket

imprinting the evening show

in my mind.

Some have scientific reasoning -

theories of charged particles,

plasma and positive ions

to explain and elucidate what I see

but I know

that I live where the sky

in its beauty

touches the land

and me.