purple blanket

As the last lingering glimmers of day slowly sink and fade away,

in a bright and fiery glowing display of colors seldom seen,

Before the darkness takes its hold and plunges us to depths untold,

of black and gray and chilling cold ruled by a white and icy Queen,

There is a moment that I love when colors paint the sky above,

and the world all round is covered by a purple blanket.

I take a second, soak it in, let it caress and kiss my skin,

The Sun the Sky the Earth and Wind, I love and praise and thank it

Reviews

[Solar]

The colours of the poem - the reader soaks in its glow reading it! Beautiful.

[Carolynn]

This leaves a really warm and fuzzy feeling - I recall some magnificent sun sets!