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
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A stunning piece of poetry is describes the very scene we see here on the Fylde coast as the sun oft dips low suffusing the sea with haunted light Great piece which hit me in a good place