Poetry – A Certain Point of View, Too

Sunset Sky (A Haiku)

The sun at last light Smolders with red-orange fire. Look! The sky darkens.

Chilly winter breeze Tousles the green blades of grass As the Sun rises.

Pewter-colored clouds Hover heavily overhead. Outside, cold winds blow.

Golden sunlight shines Upon the green grass outside: A breeze stirs the leaves

Violins, cellos, flutes Join harmoniously in song As winter’s night comes.

Evening skies darken Last light glows with fire-red hues; My heart yearns for you.

Battleship-gray skies Mixed with cold Siberian winds Give me chills, goosebumps.

Grey-black clouds float high Above the wind-bent treetops Like tears, falls the rain

Butter-colored sun Burning through the morning fog; Dew sparkles on grass.

Your face in profile Bathed in the day’s wintry twilight Fills me with wonder