Glow
A gold-hued western sunset sky,
A sinking orb the skyline rides,
An orange globe its setting come
– All hail the splendor of the sun!
Wrought in crimson, this ball of flame
Beyond horizon drops the same
And in its falling fades from sight
– It is the coming of the night
Now dark the sky and bright the star
That shines and shimmers from afar,
And time again its rod so bent
Moves ever on without relent
And with the passing of the moon
Approach of day is coming soon
The sun to rise again once more
To glow the same as glowed before
Copyright © John Oldham | Year Posted 2023
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