Sunglow © Poem by Roann Mendriq

The evening sun is gleaming yellow,
not glaring harsh, to scold, chastise;
Soft embers glowing, mild and mellow,
to bathe, embalm the tired skies.

It gently dips into the sea,
that weave and waves a sweet goodbye;
As ribbon clouds dance gracefully,
a tango in the orange sky.

Hues of burnt gold tinge the earth,
gilt edged gold with silver lining;
Fireside musings at the hearth,
Lamplit families begin their dining.

How nice that at the end of days,
fatigue is eased with golden rays.