The red sun sank behind the western hills
Painting the sky in psychedelic hues
Crimson, tangerine, even midnight blues,
As nightfall cloaks the earth with icy chills!
Flocks of starlings in swarming escadrilles
Like acrobats o’er tow’ring pines and spruce
Offering the world spectacular views
The sky– canvas for their breathtaking skills!
I sat on a hill jutting out to sea
Watching and list’ning as the ocean waves
Crashed on giant rocks, foam quickly they be
Wave after wave into their wat’ry graves
Silent I stood, admiring the beauty
For us all, whether we be saints or knaves!
© Vic Evora 05-13-2018