Colorful Night – Finding Light Within the Darkness
Evening languishes with the sun’s last rays
Hanging effortlessly on the edge of the sky
Taunting the darkness with a colorful display.
Foamy orange hues bathe the horizon
Fading yellows soon to be amber
And all will finally succumb to the darkness
Majestic purples and cobalt take center stage
Their attentions on filling the ocean they call sky
Of all the night colors, their time is the shortest
Abrupt jets of darkness overtake the lighter shades
Lady evening proves her power to again rule
And occasionally the reward of the Northern Lights
You can see each and every secret if you care to look
A captured beauty held in each splinter of color
Ethereal perfection lost in the blink of an eye
Many a mortal has tried to capture it
In verse with a cavalcade of descriptive words
On a rough canvas under the tutelage of a filled palette
Oils and stains try to mirror the sight
Majestic to the eyes but non-transferrable
We mortals with our eyes to the ground or the screen
Missed opportunity to gaze upon sights when we alone
The seeing of a moment that will never again appear
And yet, without understanding, we avert our gaze
This pure beauty should draw all eyes upward
Perchance to dream while stoically awake
A reward, unearned, but certainly well deserved
Look when no one else is looking
Understand that only your sight is true
Let the camera of your memory free to choose
Which moment will forever be yours…
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I love this poem, Ralph. When I lived in Washington state, we would sit outside of an evening and watch the Northern Lights. The colors were beautiful. We had lovely sunsets up there and I so enjoyed the colors that, as you say, are so short then that moment is gone forever. You brought back some wonderful, peaceful memories for me with your poetry. Great work, dear poet.
Loved this. Wonderful and most colorful poetry.
Beautifully described and evocative write Ralph, of my favorite time of day. And it will never get stale, those impossible hues of color and a transition that only nature can display. Great work my friend. Kudos.