Sunset

The sun broke out leaving the sky in a sputter
Of butter scrambled in honey.
Gold dazzling in ashes,
Magenta fused with crimson,
It was an inevitable art painted on the far-flung horizon.
The clouds swelled bright as the mighty sun,
Slipped into the bosom of mother earth.
A wind swept behind like a child’s sleepy whisper.
The sky was a dark corset weaved of splendid stars.
It was awesome.