What Fascinates Me
My fascination excels each time
sun descends, giving Earth a kiss.
There is no poetry, not a Rhyme
to tell of my reaction to bliss.
Sun leaves a trailing, lest we forget
her majesty, as dusk circles nigh.
Her colors that glow--a special set
dazzle even the wandering eye.
From butterscotch to apricot skies,
with amber, scarlet and ruby wine.
As clouds don robes in a sunset's guise
The moon even seems to pause its climb.
Cascades of colors greet weary souls,
each night, looking to a sunset sky.
Glimpses of beauty as they unfold,
around the ebb of Sun's phantom tide.
May 16, 2022
for Fascination and Awe contest
by Jeff Kyser
Honorable Mention
Copyright © Ann Peck | Year Posted 2022
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