Images At Sundown Poem by Barry Middleton

sunset pours into the window
of the hermits hut

he thinks the sun in the pine
is his silver treasure

the sun paints his images
the widow frames his world

the sharp blue of noon
is faded to a softer shade

nuances of green abound
the silence itself is verdant

red seed pods kiss the earth
beneath a golden rain tree

and a final yellow dandelion
defies the change in the wind

the hermit greets the afterglow
a palm tree nods its grief