Another Sunset Poem

On this particular winter evening

as I rest in the backseat of a car

cruising down the highway, I gawk

at the distant sunset as if captured

by some careful act of hypnosis.

 

Lately I’ve been noticing a new color

tossed among that scribbled rainbow,

a shade of dull marigold that glows

with a humble brilliance despite its

slow and settled fade into shadow.

 

Yes, the pompous and brazen pinks

and oranges demand my attention,

but somehow I am more drawn to that

steady glow of unappreciated yellow.

I feel myself swimming in its warmth.

 

Bird shaped clouds swoop towards

the sinking glass orb with widespread

wispy wings, their thin feathers weary

from the flight. They are so close to

freedom under the rays of falling glitter.

 

As the car presses forward through

smooth waves of bright white dashes,

the silhouettes of buildings I once knew

and loved appear before me, but I

keep my eyes on the golden glow.

 

It seems such a waste to gaze at them

when the horizon is endlessly mine.

Reviews

[Holly McClain]

Very nice imagery that carries you through the poem. Well chosen words, clear, articulate, and full of meaning.