When the eastern skyline looks like this at dusk
then I know something pretty spectacular is going on in the west!
I ran upstairs and sure enough...
so I dashed downstairs, grabbed a coat,
jumped into boots and hurried behind the house...
and even in that mere minute
some of Farewell's flare was beginning to fade...
(Yes! I'll take the teaser!
although I confess there are times I wish I could snap my fingers,
and make the buildings disappear for a little,
then snap them again and put them back😅)
Time’s aura of farewell
the stillness of the sky
an artist spills
to hill and dell
a pastel lullaby
the aftermath of day
yet without parchment page
or merge of syllable
on a canvas
devoid of substance
to awe onlookers
with the gift
© Janet Martin