Sunset

 

Golden hour lighting

Melts the troubles of the day

When the sun is low on the horizon

And slowly sinks away

A pale tint of orange

Specks twilight in my eyes

Leaving the awe of skies above

Awaiting starlight replies

The tones of sunbeams scattering,

As the day finds its' reset

Dropped in gold, the reddened sunlight

Paints the sky at its best yet.

Copyright Clair Maskell 2025