Thursday, February 9, 2012

Sun-down...



All day it hung
A polished orb
In heights of azure mirth
Til swiftly
and so silently
it fell beneath the earth
A fire-ball
of burnished orange
yet without much ado
it simply slipped
behind the woods
soundlessly out of view
All that it forgot to take
was a pink and purple lake...

Janet~

I intentionally waited to go for my run until sun-down.
I'm glad I did. The sun fell away in minutes
leaving a pink and gold wash in the atmosphere
before the blue twilight stole it away.

2 comments:

  1. Thank you, Janet, for the sunset, beautiful photographs, words...
    and you go for runs - you're such an inspiration!

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  2. Thank-you, oh, it was a very gorgeous crisp evening. Somehow the camera does not do it justice!

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