Sunset...Sunrise

It's of constancy

The sun a brushstroke
In the distance
A streak of crimson
below the dark

A palette pale
Of Autumn pastel…
The horizon only
A morbid mark


Purple clouds
Weigh down the sun
Brilliant lit below
Yet dark as ink atop

Cloudbanks press
The glow to none…
And cause the light
To dim…then stop
 
Violet hues
Mottle the sky
And daylight bruised
Bids the land goodbye

Takes it’s rest
In it’s nighttime nest
Licks it’s wounds
Til darkness swoons

Then once again
Our sunny friend
Returns anew…
To once more paint the sky

Author's Note

don't bother

Reviews

[Adam Whitworth]

i like that, well done