Deborah Estcourt

Deborah Estcourt

Sunset

Sunset, so surreal as you settle backOn dimming sky,Small flocks of birds in murmurationSay goodbye.Sunset, golden ball of fireDisseminating flecks of loud,Red and orange plumesOf water-coloured cloud.Sunset, to close this dayWith its joys and woes,Dropping deep and low toSleep a while and leaving behindJust memory of you in diffusion ofReddened sun lit afterglows.