Sunset (A Sonnet) Poem by Barry Blander

Wafting through perennial verdant trees
I espied a small window of sunlight;
On her tiptoes whispers the bashful breeze,
Nascent and seductive the silk twilight.
God paints pastels of pink and lavender
Covering Earth with a mantle of gold,
Resting in the shade, a salamander.
Shadows lengthen as the long day grows old.
Soaring upwards a canticle on wings
Yearning heavenwards hymned by a cowled priest
In Sacred Scripture made new are all things
And prophets are awed by the Lord's great feast
Now night is here and the moon climbs the sky
Christ is here and there is no fear to die.