Red On The Sun Poem by Evelyn Judy Buehler

Late in the day, there was red on the sun,
Shadows falling darkly, all over the world.
The fragrant evening breezes wandered afar;
And blooms swayed, awash in the tinted glow,
Of the deep golden sun, very tinged in red.
Clouds drifted away, bearing the joy of color;
And trees stood still as sentries of the night.
Cardinal sang a tune, And rubies flashed fire!
The evening was warm, and redness chased day;
And blue skies then, but memory of a morning.
The fireflies were wandering, red on the rose;
And radiance of moonlight, arrived quite soon.
Mars was at the horizon, a scarlet sun shining.
The clock was slowly ticking, beauty abounding!
Such music on the wind, and rapture in the trees-
The world was at the sunset, awaiting blackness!