The Sunset Purple

at the end of a perfect day I was rushing home oh, so much to do and so little time from the bus window I watched the sun setting such beauty brought tears to my eyes all the purples and mauve mingling swirling together so perfectly like a painting an artist holding his brush and thinking then placing a touch here and there in time . . . all the way home I watched and even when I left the bus I was mesmerized as the purples became darker and darker and at last in an instant there was darkness I felt uplifted and beautiful too _______________________ February 17, 2018 Poetry/Free Verse/the sunset purple Copyright Protected, ID 18-9951-52-01 All Rights Reserved. Written Under Pseudonym. Written for the contest, Sunrise and Sunset sponsor, Silent One Second Place