Sunday, 2 March 2014

Cerise sunset



Something a little poetic to celebrate the final salute of of our first day of Autumn in the southern hemisphere... 



Cerise veins weave filaments across the stretch of tiring light. Sun sinks deeper into the darkening sea.  I shiver. The last frail, pale pink wisps of stratus dissolve into delicate  translucent tapestry. Such beauty. One solar solo tear reaches my lip. One final ecliptic crimson kiss.
And sun slides beneath the inky line 
to shine;
upon another.