Sunset Reverie

Vanilla ice cream clouds float in a blue and mauve sky. Fingers of gold from the setting sun dance on high. Off in a distance clouds brightly edged form a view of splendor. A mirage of lakes, meadows and woods I see as the sun paints the evening sky with fervor. A large orange red ball slips into the sea without so much as a hiss. With cup of coffee in hand I stand transfixed for not a moment do I wish to miss. Birds wing their way to nearby trees to find their nights perch. In the grip of such beauty and grace I feel a sense of warmth and peace as if in God's holiest place. In a distance music drifts and floats by on a breeze soft as a sigh. Now all is at peace as the azure blanket of night has fully pulled its way across the sky. This poem is part of a series including A Night of Dreams, An Evening by The Lake, On Comes The Night, Days End, and Tiny White Canoe