By Edward Taylor III
A rarely captured masterpiece begins to form with the skillful touch of a painter’s brush,
Clouds lightly shaded with a whisper of rose line a blue highlighted evening sky.
A hint of pollen rides upon the breeze of this soft summers’ eve.
The sun begins to retire its post in wake of night’s new moon-
The horizon dances with the colors of autumn as day fades into night;
The rush of life begins to slow..;
The last burst of orange reclines to memory, & just as briskly as it arrives
All that is left is the reflection of what once was
All concluded by a moment under the shadow of Sunsets’ Portrait…