Sunset

The sun at dusk sets fire to the sky
and casts a mystic shimmering on the fields
which yields long shadows, deep and low, that skip
and flit among the hedgerows and the trees.
 
The dying twilight embers of the sun
give up their flight, and abdicate to night
then, melting into mists of ghostly gloom
the spectre of the sunset is consumed.
 
The final hint of sunlight fades away,
as watercolours paint the evening sky
with blue and grey, before the darkness dawns,
when muted moonlight keeps her lonely watch.

Copyright © Gill Wyatt 2010