Her Departure

(oops, I need to change the time on my camera ! no, I did not see tomorrow's sunset today:)

Beyond the trees she fell

A flaming crimson orb

Into the mystic swell

Of history's never-more

No farewell did she speak

But simply flung her shroud

Against the higher peak

And to the lower cloud

We watch in quiet awe

Her riveting descent

As night-shades softly draw

Across earth’s humble tent

© Janet Martin