Poetry

Sunset

Tidal wave of crimson peach
rolls across the sky,
Crescendo.....
Pale white spirits
absorb tangerine, fuscia.

Fire envelops me
as the symphony builds
glory covers my eyes.
I hear drums, violins.

Angels exult,
the beat of their wings
stirring my hair.

Nature triumphs in a symphony
I hear trumpeting, cheering
The battle is won,
the concert finished,
as waves lap back
behind purple mountains.

Rachel Fox