Sunset Spectacular
Sun sets predictably each day in the west
Painting pictures as it drops behind the hills
Each one a kaleidoscope of ever changing colors
Captured in the mind and heart of men
Teasing us with their brief appearance
Again and again we attempt to hold on to its message
Calling out in despair as they slip away once more
Useless this quest it always seems
Lest we forget, these colors are heaven sent
And this gift is not of this world
Rejoice and enjoy and wait for tomorrow’s spectacle
1/18/16
Copyright © Barbara Gorelick | Year Posted 2016
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