skies and stars

It's early autumn and the skies darken earlier
Days ago it was pitch-black at seven in the afternoon
But today
It's eight
And the sky's a dull slate grey
Splotched with patches of deep navy ink
And—
Strange—
Dots of light dusty periwinkle?

Where the light shines from, I can't be certain
No moon in sight confirms my suspicions
Half the sky is a black, rust-brown
The other half, a deep dark blue

Today

It's eight
On a early-middle autumn day

Darker than before
But my sky
My sky is brighter than at the beginning of this fall.