Sunset After Showers

We wander where the fresh-washed world

Is softly being laid to rest

Beneath a velvet sky unfurled

In purple-pearl and coral vest

It is not hard to be content

As rush relents to solitude

Beneath the dimming firmament

Where common creature is subdued

The Hand that holds us unfolds gold

Then pours it on the skyline where

All that we can do is Behold

And marvel at dusk’s painted air

Here on the shore twixt light and dark

Of what was, touching what must be

Time seems a sort of bobbing bark

And we, small sailors on its sea

© Janet Martin