Sunset

March 4, 2012
By Squill BRONZE, London, Other
Squill BRONZE, London, Other
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Sunset
Streams of auburn cloud
Oozing back into the horizon,
Plump, pink and pied
With drowsy maelstroms
Sweeping all the wisps and hues together,
Weaving them into the tapestry of a sunset.

The delight and warmth ebbs
As bank after wave unravels into the sky.
The fleeting sparrow drawn by the glow
Sweeps through the rafters of the trees,
Embossed in silhouettes
By the dancing firelight which plays on men,
Etching their shadows into stone,
To continue through the stone oriel
As their last smolder dies,
To skim the tips of the dark pines
Leaving shadows for other men to wonder.


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