December Sunset

California has really been putting on a show lately with its nightly Sunset Spectacular. We've literally been meeting at the windows of my office at sunset time each evening to catch the free (and gorgeous) entertainment.

Sunsets (And sunrises. And full moons. And stars. And Winter. And Summer. And Spring. And Autumn ... you get it.) always make me wax poetic, or else think of poems by others that I love. Like this one, by Fred Babbin ...

December Sunset

The pink-blue sky

With the grey-blue buildings

And windows all in pink

With the jet streams flying

The pink becomes blue, 

Becomes grey, 

While our eye forms abstract designs

In the cold.

And the charcoal streets

With their white-blue lamps

To cancel out

The God-given darkness.

And finally, to the stillness of the night

We close our eyes

And dream of other worlds.

... And dream of other (better) worlds. Yes.