cotton balls of sky impede its gate
highlights of gold litter the air
edging roof tops, trees and wires
reluctantly, she peers out
sharing her bath of rich colour
spilt upon the restful watcher
ten once again she hides
the fibres of her glow
stretching to distant hills
the moment of her glory
released from her cloudy prison, she appears
full glowing with a distant shimmer
casting long shadow and glowing charm
all around is bathed in her triumphal glory
her arc describing until she sinks
the hills obscuring in stages
she yields her light to night
dusk making its brief presence
to night.
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