Uncorked Violet

Once Violet's uncorked
It flows across the heavens,
Through Night dissipates
Into Black, on which the stars
Pose a few remembered shapes.

Geist of Sunset

Even an errand
Is a worthy occasion
To catch the moment 
When the Geist of Sunset shifts
Pink, Purple, Gold toward Night.

The western corner 
Of the yard is quite special;
On the orange tree,
Look what the sunset reveals:
A golden web and spinner.