The amber glow as day begins to die
Behind a darkened hill that lies to west,
Where trees that silhouette against the sky
March on like lines of soldiers on its crest.
And where the amber meets the fading blue
And tinges it with golden streaming light,
With painted colours these last rays imbue
The western sky, before the fall of night.
Could you add few more stanza to feel the sunset in the winter? Nice!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thats a nice picture, can see the different hues fusing togetheras the sky finally darkens.