Sundowner

byRybka©

Sundowner

Have not you ever seen
the sea turn red wine plum
and all the splashing colors run
when with a flash of green
the spinning earth does come
and swallows up the liquid sun.
All nature holds collective breath
of silent lemon-gold, high polished brass
washed copper coin.

Then wood dove calls the color orange
and dusk turns down star speckled bed
rose-carmethene limned
fizzy pillow pink
grape-purpled coverlet
tangerine and crimson sheets.

Rubescent clouds on damask feet
rush towards the darkling evening bight
to kiss and greet
the starlit night
homeward tolling fluffy sheep
they stop at earth-sky edge to bleat
and lick the sultry rim of sleep.

Rybka ~ 1976

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