Sunset, Winter

A Sonnet of the Sun

This is a reflection on the beauty and brevity of sunset as it gleams here on the mountainsides.

When the Sun Departs

Watch as the sun makes journey to the west,
With all his pomp and all his grand array
To his far homeland where he takes his rest
And leaves behind the somber and the gray.
His mighty train sets off upon their way;
The broidered drapes, the braziers’ last glow
Depart from off the final hills of day.
But as the purple and the crimson go,
The mountains brighten as Sun flings below
His blossoms: last remembrance on the hills
From the far sunfields where such flowers grow.
He leaves their rose and purple blooming still,
Not knowing–does he know how swiftly they
Will wilt, how fast their wondrous beauty fades away?

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