Sundown Crown

Yesterday Andy and I had the privilege of seeing a beautiful sunset after a tasty barbecue in the garden. Sunsets are something that I never want to get complacent about as they are such a treat from nature and provide a memorable close to each day for those who choose to notice them. Today’s poem is a tribute to yesterday’s spectacular show.


As we rose, you descended

A giant blood-orange button, glazing the somniferous hillside with eye-catching presence

Witnessing your dazzling departure felt like a snatched moment of egg-yolk ecstasy

(A nucleus far too grand however for the likes of soldier dipping!)

This is a very special set of circumstances,

with countless undulations and yet

the chance exposure to your effusive exit

leaves me inspired to

Glow on

10 thoughts on “Sundown Crown

  1. Sunsets are, at the same time, everyday and special. No two alike. I love the comparisons to blood orange buttons and egg yolks. Soldier dipping is a new one on me, probably the equivalent of using toast to sop the yolk of a fried egg? Love the mountains and fields or gardens in the photo, too. 🙂

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  2. Hi there,
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