Sun crackles in the blue reserved hill. <br />One lone leaf glitters eerily of chill. <br />The sky looks grosgrain from my window sill. <br /> <br />The vastness of hill country in a leaf <br />Dances beyond the span of all belief, <br />The splendor of its memory is brief. <br /> <br />You may not want to hear it when I say <br />That earth is in the twilight of its day. <br />The depth of it is drinking us away. <br /> <br />A cloud is distant parchment in the sky. <br />Today's boat is a shadow sailing by. <br />Minutes will never catch it, though they try. <br /> <br />I wish it could be ever sunset, Friend, <br />That fey instant before all colors blend, <br />Dusk held at the crescendo of its end. <br /> <br />Title poem of my book, Ever Sunset, Skylark Publications, India<br /><br />Sandra Fowler<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ever-sunset/
