In a sunset
In a sunset
Colors too vibrant for nature
Colors only possible in nature
Radiant sunlight slanted
Clouds catching sideways shafts
Brilliant port red, ember orange, incandescent yellow
All colors churned with fire.
Turn around and see
Indigo, cobweb blue, periwinkle, dusty rose
Cool colors fading fast, even they had heat.
The light moves to new horizons
And we are left walking away from the departing evening
Facing the arrival of winter’s night
Heralded by a solitary bird
And our footsteps in gravel.
Fresh Hell 
Sarah,
When I die, I would love to have this read at my funeral. Not that I’m going anywhere soon — that I know of. What I’m trying to say is that your poem is incredibly special and I’d like to go out in the same way the colors in your poem leave. It’s beautiful! Mona
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Aah! I’m touched by your being touched by my poem! Aren’t we getting a bit meta? ❤ ❤ Lots of loves
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Only if we’re thinking about the thoughts we’re thinking. I think. LOL
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Haha, touché
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Excellent imagery, Sarah! Well done!
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Thank you Eponine! 🙂 Language is fun
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