A Sitka Sunset

Churning listless feeble foaming waves Pods of Humpback whales splash and dive Reflecting sunset’s waning rays. As curly crimson clouds arrive, Far Edgecombe’s volcanic cone Shines bright in alpenglow, alone. Cloudy embers ease into eve, Flushing Ferrari fires from day As sun dips for its nightly dunk, In search of Neptune’s treasure trunk. Bald eagles soar for lofty nests Atop crowns of gnarled, ancient spruce. As Sitka harbor lights wink on, Ships cast lines, mooring for the night, To wait salmon fishers at Dawns light Boatsmen stroll the quays to cavort In taverns nested by the port, As stirring strings softly serenade A music festival ode to night.