I watch the golden sunset and <br />The clouds like embers glow, <br />Across the skies of evening time <br />As gently they now blow. <br /> <br />The ever-changing picture of <br />A canvas incomplete, <br />The colours of the paint box now <br />Are blending as they meet. <br /> <br />As yellow turns to amber and <br />The daylight starts to fade, <br />The sun is sinking quickly as <br />The ground is cast in shade. <br /> <br />It sinks below the rooftops now <br />Yet still the fiery sky, <br />Persists a little longer there <br />Until the colours die. <br /> <br />The light is gently fading now <br />With darkness creeping fast, <br />To douse the dying embers there <br />For now the day has passed.<br /><br />ANDREW BLAKEMORE<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sunset-45/
