'Sunsets Of November Poem by Frank James Ryan Jr...fjr

Have you ever watched th' pour of November's Sunset
into th' nethers of a western skies ocean,
and if so, did you awe...did it capture your breath?

Gold over dusk transforming to crimson, as hues bleed-
in variable nuance, until late afternoons waning Sun
reflects its last twilights o'er bare trees 'n goldenrod,
beautifully; by th' eventides bearing of Novembers breeze.

I have....and th' experience was of finding perfection,
of romance warm and a brilliance of light as darting-
as spotlight on sea glass, and a re-enforcing potentate of
science and nature- and all they created......................... -

After God created them.




FjR-MMXVII