Yesterday, the sky at sunset was so breathtakingly beautiful during my walk that it almost hurt; it was nearly too much. I looked here and there at the colors and gasped in delight more than once. On the way home, as I walked east, away from the sunset, I turned around several times to look westward and continued to look upward at the ever-changing panorama. I didn't have a camera with me, as is usual when the sky is most splendid, which is probably all to the good because I attended to the beauty rather than to trying to capture the moment with the camera. I wish so much to give expression to what I've seen through painting or a poem. Painting is not an option, so I tried a poem but came up with only a brief, inadequate bit of what? Doggerel?
Sunset splashes color on horizon lowThe colors were lovelier than those in the photo.
And high sky. Peachy pink, aqua-blue,
Smoky blue, gently bathe the eye till
A stab of blazing yellow-orange
Pierces sight.
