Below is the poem entitled AT SUNSET which was written by poet
Schuhart. Please feel free to comment on this poem. However, please remember, PoetrySoup is a place of encouragement and growth.
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The sky is cast in Heaven’s forge
With pourings of molten sun.
Clouds rise like steam from the furnace gorge
As liquid colors start to run.
Bright yellow light is liquefied
And spills from the bubbling pot.
It illuminates the countryside
In places where the shadows are not.
The blazing orange of the burning sky
Is rimmed around with a golden band,
Like an ingot just poured and set nearby
It slowly cools over the darkening land.
The fire then dies and the furnace cools
And all the day’s labors are now complete.
At rest are God’s celestial tools
And the glowing embers at His Feet.