Mock Mirage
A triolet and a villanelle
Triolet In staggered sequences of ruby light The sun sank in a scorched sienna sky, A celebration of the coming night. In staggered sequences of ruby light Each sinking segment disappears from sight Below the edge of lands I’ve yet to try. In staggered sequences of ruby light The sun sank in a scorched sienna sky. Villanelle In staggered sequences of ruby light The sun sank in a scorched sienna sky, A celebration of the coming night. The stars will soon in umber skies shine bright-- Darkness comes as each segment subsides In staggered sequences of ruby light. The calmness of the mellow, dim twilight Is harbinger that starlit skies are nigh— A celebration of the coming night. Now placid birds reluctantly take flight Their bright song stilled, to evening roosts they fly, In staggered sequences of ruby light. No warbling chorus bids the sun goodnight, Too early for the Nighthawk's lonely cry In celebration of the coming night. Each somber segment drops away from sight Below the edge of lands I’ve yet to try, In staggered sequences of ruby light A celebration of the coming night.