perfect lovely day ending magical
the sunset otherworldly mystical
minutes ago the sky’s crimson and gold
enchanting vista poets have extolled
but now willowy clouds calm the sun’s rays
the sky darkens to blues, purples, and grays
alas words insufficient to portray
nature’s grand majesty at end of day
for the miracle of sunset’s fleeting
gossamer translucent yet inspiring
subtleties undertones shift each minute
the randomness virtually infinite
painters attempted over the ages
but their portraits are static images
ersatz copies of the real end of day
mere table wine not vintage Beaujolais
poets writers efforts also in vain
their verses fall short again and again
though words written do prompt imagining
with eyes shut we see day turn to evening
sadly no painting nor verses nor prose
can match the end of day nature compose
each and every day a diff’rent flavor
the beauty of which for us to savor
sunset dusk twilight call it what we may
evenfall sundown it’s still end of day
the beginning of night our well-earned rest
we hope and pray to be forever blessed
tis a brief moment of matchless beauty
that will live on a vivid memory
06-21-2021
© Vic Evora