last hour's light

It's hard to go wrong with the golden hour.
As everywhere the eye alights,
the dawning dusk throws orange gold
and lavender and rose t'wards night.
Blooms like paper lanterns hung, lit 
within for just this hour's party light.
The thick grown trees, their canopies
are bonfires burning down to coals 
aglow on living and deepening green -
until the shadow-deep penumbra colors 
steep to chiaroscuro.