In a dusty hue
Too yellow to be orange
And too orange to be yellow
But hazy and fading
Nonetheless
One teeny bright dot
Approaches
After another
The entire horizon
Capped in rain clouds
Dripping slowly
It’s as if there was
A canvas of color
Covered in a drab gray
And someone erased
Just the lower 16th
As soon as one light
Becomes large enough
To be identifiable
As a plane coming in
For a landing
Twinkle, twinkle little star
Another plane is not too far