The sun is richly reddening, upon the lavender skies,
And shadows are deepening, readying night's disguise.
The dinner bell is ringing, calling for me to come in,
Like the end of a play, as tossing of flowers begins!
Then skies turn fire orange, in moments of huge change,
And stars go twinkling, on spatial avenues so strange.
Robins peep from knotholes, preparing for their rest,
And daffodil fields waft scents, by splendor possessed!
Sunset is an amazing few minutes of each day. It just doesn't last long enough though we are always in delight for seeing it.
A beautiful, rhetorical creation nice embellished with poetic rhyme and rhythm.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Your skill of describing nature inspires me a lot....love this poem too...5*****