Sunsets

A languid horizon beckons the obliging sun to their ephemeral interlude
the golden funnel softens as the dancers find their places
magenta, azure, and crimson swirl in a tryst with cirrus nymphs,
slowly the couples spiral toward the yellow-orange funnel of fire.
Below, the cathedral dusk summons conifer, aspen, and ash to a
meditative huddle of whisper and shadow.
The whirlpool sun sips the last tendrils of light
from meadow, tarn, sky, then
with a slow, silent gasp
collapses over the edge.