Evening Gold

by Jem Croucher

Silhouetted here in contrast
against an azure sky
Like giant insects waiting
cranes in silent protest lie
And glorious behind them
behind the Western hills
The sun sets o’er the city
and everything is still
This tranquil ending of a day
when all is painted gold
exudes a warmth, a calming
as the evening takes a hold

©Jemverse

Photo – sunset over the new BBC Wales building, Cardiff, UK – Jempics

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