Through the morning clouds
a patch of blue sky beckons
over distant hills.

In the evening
the hillside darkens, purple,
framed by strings of light.

The Sukkot full moon
paints the clouds luminescent,
almost within reach.

Early morning haze
nestles in the near valley.
Sunlight grins, dives in.

The title of this post comes from the evening blessing praising God Who brings on the evening.

(Here's a post containing that prayer, as well as some contemporary renderings thereof, and some poems that work with the same themes: Looking at the prayer for evening in a new light.)

Photos taken from my wee sukkah.