After Sunset
The reddened riot of wine-rich sun
Spills over skies of afternoon,
And purpling-reds of the day now done
Splash!--then dissolve, so soon.
And sunset turns a violet grey
Mixing with twilight’s magic blur,
Revealing the fairy-shapes at play,
Listen!--to wings’ soft whir.
Copyright © Steve Eng | Year Posted 2009
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