Mountain Sunset
I’m sitting on a wooded hill, facing west
As evening falls, and dusk draws near.
The indomitable peaks in front of me shine,
with a bright alpenglow, gently illuminating
The lifeless craigs of stone.
The light of the setting sun shines
On the trunks of the trees around me,
Till they shine with a mahogany shade
The colour given only briefly
As a parting gift before the sun disappears.
The sky deepens to a shade of Cerulean,
And now only the clouds glow with colour -
Red and orange and purple and pink
Catching my eye and sparking my wonder
At the silent, majestic beauty of the sky.
The night darkens further, now dark as schorl
And the stars glitter warmly above,
Like a handful of luminous pebbles
Strewn evenly over the rich, velvet depths
Of the night sky’s mesmerizing darkness.
A nightingale sings somewhere above my head.
Tonight it sings a lamentful dirge.
As the song floats across the hills,
Every note is ingrained in my memory.
Night falls fully now. And with it, peace.