“The late afternoon toiled” reflections on a recent day. #poem #poetry #verse

The late afternoon toiled
And much fatigued did grow
Under the oppressive zeal
Of a tangerine sky
As the weary day victory did concede
To the ravages of time and its rigours demanding
As to the gargantuan extravaganza
Of a lush canvas it did yield
When the maestro of the setting sun
Opened the paint box sublime
Of a wealth of hues of golds and ambers possessed
Across the vast canvas celestial
For to daub and sweep
in great swathes and swirls
That into fine ribbons do trail
To tendrils ever thinning
Towards the golden rim aglowing
On the far horizon aglittering
That great circle at the edge of the ocean
With hues of burnished bronzes awash
Agleam with the golden finale
Of the final act sensational in the day’s performance
As the curtain call of night fell
Opus Finis to declare

d.a.simpson

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