At last, in late afternoon, the clouds began to roll away to the east where the setting sun tinted them with pink and rose and gold.
No oil to read by . . .
I am off to bed
But ah! . . .
My moonlit pillow
An appropriate haiku by Basho (1644 - 1694), probably the greatest of haiku writers.
Go here for Kay Byer's lovely poem "Full Moon."