The edge of shade at sunset throws
A negative corona—threads
Dance along advancing grey
On a wall, ghosts of solar storms.
You have stand close to the wall
To catch those mycelial threads
Extending filamentous limbs
As their own shadow chases them.
Sunset generally blends all shades.
The fine details are boring, small,
And take patience to scrutinize.
So what else is new, right? Dark moves.