The Majesty of Sunset

No one could prepare me
for the resplendency,
the esteemed majesty, 
of the mid-March sunset,
in which the falling sun
drapes itself in such red.

So unexpected!
I’ve seen its descent
toward horizon
for ten thousand eves-
but not like this one.

Crimson doesn’t
do justice to
these hues of deep,
darkening skies.

Reverence
is evoked,
though short-lived.

Watching,
I’m in

awe.

Published in "The Dilettante's Garden" and"Eloquence"
by Jack Huber- All rights reserved

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