After a long day I feel worn
And so I collapse on my front porch.
I meagerly scan the grass, the trees, and then-
I fix my eyes upon it, I look on and on.

The sunset makes its entrance as the curtains rise
And so I give it the attention and quiet it deserves.
Like a lullaby, it slowly makes me sleepy
And I get caught in a trance as I look on.

Its colors, oh the colors, mesmerize me
And to not insult their beauty I don’t look away.
The colors explode before my very eyes
And I watch in amazement at the wondrous sky.

Sometimes sunsets are misty purple, blue, and pink
Whispering a quick goodnight and then are gone in an instant.
Or maybe they are a deep orange, yellow, and red,
Staining the sky as if they were bleeding.

I lean back and close my eyes;
I want to bask in the sunset glow as much as I can.
I open my eyes again and it’s gone without a warning.
I will have to wait until the next night to feel its warmth again.