Making a Sunset
As evening falls, and as the sun drops low
And lower, how his long and ardent rays
Burst outward from the clouds. The haze
Of light flares upward, outward, and it grows
Into a mighty arc, with clouds below
Made darker by the brilliance of the sprays.
Only their edges trace its golden glaze,
More golden as the sun drops lower, glows
A little warmer as each moment comes
And goes; and though it seems that day’s still bright,
The warming color deepens till it sums
The evening in purple cloud and light
Of rose and gold, while dusk’s created from
Those final rays, whose edges fade to night.
Cassiopeia
sits at the top of the sky
above the lamplight.
The pine tree stands up
against the purple mountains
and a pale pink dusk
I spy you there–hush!
Topknot bobbing through the rocks,
then a run downhill
Such a small red bee
flies onward through the dark night,
humming heavily
Beautiful! I really like your rhyme scheme in Making a Sunset :)
"whose edges fade to night" and that's how you make a sunset end. thanks