Country Sunset
No man’s obstruction in the way,
God’s grand finale of the day
On gigantic canvas of the sky
He hangs his painting broad and high.
The center a hot orange or red,
More subtle as the colors spread
In entrancing, rosy streaks
As from His brush new beauty leaks.
Each time it is a brand new thrill
When I watch vibrant colors spill
In free abandon in the west.
God saves the last of day for best.
Written July 20, 2012
Copyright © Joyce Johnson | Year Posted 2012
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