Reflecting sunlight

Here flies feel the frail sunset more and
Barren winds call  ardous thoughts:
Blue hills, green fields, brown dust and white rivers;
Even with flesh on fire or wounded necks,
The light dips colour from clouds, from white
To orange and red, the sky gently  turns to
A darker canvas with dotted stars: a framework
For the moon; still pleasant on eerie whispers,
Crying dogs, howling foxes and unpleasant screeches,
Bringing joy from a reflection of sunlight.