THE SUNSET
The sunset. I am afraid to miss
A minute from this winter show!
I’m not so talented to draw
With brush as I am watching this.
I’ll try in words, but am I able
To catch those thrilling changing bursts?
A crimson going the first
On deeply lemon in dismay…
A scarlet strip on sadly white,
A violet on the tangerine…
Sky debris! A vampire’s grin!
Sun death! The birth of frosty night.
