Wicked Flames at Sunset

Wicked flames at

Sunset

Lick the mountains

Purple in hues.

 

Angry clouds roam

The skies

As the night begins to fall

                                                                                                                            

Light beams atop the

Clouds

Dusty rose glided

Edges gold.

 

Puffs of anger billows

And folds

Bottoms sprinkled

With white, rose and mauve

 

Whips of tendrils

Shy on the rain

As sunset hits the

Western flanks.

 

By

Arlene Caris Fenstermaker

ã July 12, 2003

January 13, 2011

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