Ascending through misty envelope
We reached the shallow dome
Where Earth kisses Sky
Each melding into Other
In touching transference
But with no Sun in Sight
Until a pallid glimmer began to show
Through thinning vapour
Revealing hard-bitten disc
Gradually eroding
Into metallic sliver
As sights and sounds of morning dusk
Filled chilling air
Until the turn-around began
In brightening, warming haze
Preparing for equinox
