Evening Sky

by Richard Vince

When the midday Sun shines
On them, every place looks
Like the seaside.
But when the Sun sets,
Trees and towns are
But silhouettes, small
Instances of unevenness
On the horizon to add
Interest to the faded foreground.

Mere streetlamps are put
To shame by the shades
Of iridescence illuminating
The sky beyond the
Straggling clouds that serve
As mirrors of their master's
Majesty and power as
He departs from our view
Once again.

And all too soon
The clouds huddle again
To guard their master as
He speeds upon his way to
Delight the people of
Some other place.


Posted on 06/13/2005
Copyright © 2022 Richard Vince

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