Fall Sunset 🌅

We stand on the shoulders of Giants. 🌅

Eventide.
Moments before Twilight
Chases rays away.
Cool, crisp breeze
Embraces my body
Soothing- while eyes
Marvel Her majesty.
Mirage- the setting Sun.
Glorious illusory layered
Like heavenly Abstract Expressionism.
Norman Lewis’s atmospheric brushwork
Sits above Bay’s Court,
Juxtaposed above Bay’s Trees,
Transforms Bay’s Sky:
Brushstrokes of Sky blue, Cream,
Banana yellow, Honey and Gold,
Amethyst, Opera Mauve, and Coral red
Are perfect palette
Pursuing the Sun’s daylight.
Blackbird in the sky soaring by;
Dusk trails wind beneath its wings.
Her Leaves feel Sun heading South
Her unwavering fidelity
Conserves Earth’s sanctity.
She knows the Sun’s amour
Is the reason- the reason
For the Seasons.
Her Trees brace for Winter’s Eve;
Jack Frost’s annual plea for tryst.
Her Leaves prepare to pass
Gently into the Night.

Reviews

[Adam Latham]

This is going to sound really odd but this is one of those poems where, as you're reading it, it feels like the words are dripping right off your tongue. I love it. It's a rich and beautiful poem that I really enjoyed reading. :)