Sunset on the Palms

Dark pink light, of the setting sun,
turns to dark blue so gradually
in the faing light of the day.
Fading so fast to be replaced by the twinkling stars.

How bright is the last of the blue.
How clear and gentian blue.
Is the fading light of day,
fading into the glory of this good night.

The palm trees of the night
stand so starkly alone in the fading light.
Their wondrous glory muffled by the night
come again another day,
light the palms once again.

Once again, the palms will be lit
by the gentle blue of the day
to fade one more into the night.
As all is renewed again.

[c] 1999 by Rosemary Winters Tracey


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