November Poem a Day #18

Photo by Geneva Adele Morse

One November Sunset

As day surrenders its hold on men
I look thoughtlessly to the west
Expecting the greys and dark blues of yesterday

But in your pleasure, you offer more
Dazzling pink, of a hue not yet named by man
Blue and orange, facing one another defiantly, giving no ground

Clouds halt their migration to bask, reflect, and imbibe the spectrum
Each shimmering line like a knife’s edge
Serrated and sharp, they cut their place in the canopy
Tinder for the burning sky

And below, creatures and the works of men glow with lesser light
Like the face of Moses coming down the mountain
Carrying faint glimpses of the Glory of God

About ericparkermusic

I'm a tired husband and father who is trusting Jesus to bear fruit in my life.
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