Sitka Sunset
Kissing her lover beneath sitka tree,
the Alaskan Sunset yawns languidly.
She knows her beauty beguiles in our dreams;
she's also Mistress of Magical Memes.
Bored with her lovely and rapturous charm.
Oft must be beautiful or cause alarm.
Reasoned, if she and Night traded places,
Extra great treat to wear brand new faces!
Together they plotted, this will be fun!
and we'll manage to baffle everyone!
Well before dappled dusk, their dance began:
day became midnight, according to plan.
Scared, people screamed and ran off in terror
Sunset thought, arghh, this could be an error.
She yelled to night, go back and wait awhile!
who said, leave Greatest Time is not my style!
Sunset thought, what a childish man I chose;
I must bring day, like a song, to a close.
Cloudy whispers becoming breathless hues,
while, beneath sitka, Sunset sings the blues.
May 18, 2023
for Sitka Sunset poetry contest
by Craig Cornish
Copyright © Ann Peck | Year Posted 2023
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