Another Sunset

by poetrydiary

Watching the sun sinking in the West,
like a middle-aged man sinking into humanity;
reddening with resignation and wine, and trailed
by fading clouds, rose-tinted
but cold.

At least the sky is blue
(which rhymes with you,
who may yet catch that falling orb
and make another dawn).


Posted at dVerse Open Link Evening 28 August 2012