Sunset Stain

On indigo skies, there was sunlit stain, Exotic hues, that ever clash and blend, For daytime's loss, had become evening's gain, And all golden days must come to an end, Like the green bird that's flown around the bend, Vividly lovely, on skies of twilight! Orange and red stain, of vision's delight, And wildly eclectic, like fields of blooms. Such bright abstract stains, at the sun's last might, That lingers, like full bloom flowers' perfumes!