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Fire_In_The_Sky_5__Another Collection_of Sunrise_and sunset_ poetry June 2016
Six months ago, I’ve posted my latest collect of poetry to highlight winter. Since I was busy writing and editing, and took a two month break this spring from hubbing, I’m back with another collection of ten poems to share with you with some showcasing of city lights from a window. The heat is on with summer’s arrival as it’s been almost year since I first posted my sunset poetry here.I want to continue to thank you for commenting, liking and even sharing my poetry.I hope to be a little active this summer and early fall with more poetry and hubs this year, right to my 2nd-year anniversary with 100 hubs down the road.
When the sun wakes up, it shines an orange glow to warm the earth.
Orange Glow and Hidden Treasures
The earth wakes up with a yawn and misty dew,
A blackened sky fades into a pale blue skyline,
Clouds in wisps and puffs float like balloons,
Along the horizon, the sun stretches for its rise.
Its rays of warmth gives it an orange glow,
Light shines down on shining beams,
A yellowness gives it a face to be the moon's sibling,
In a brotherly way, for twelve hours, the cityscape is in the spotlight.
When the sun drowns and heads to the equator,
The sun's overcast is seen on buildings with a glow,
A crescent moon is present, before the sky turns blue then black,
Clouds are visible before becoming invisible, long, flat, and purple.
Halfway when the sun hits the middle of the peak,
The glow, shine and light is reminiscent of a lightning bug,
While peach, pink and blush collide in pastel coloring,
When the backdrop is highlighted by traces of yellow and orange.
Go outside and enjoy nature's finest with a pair of binoculars, day and night
Radiant Dips and Pink Twist
The azure is in a bluish-grey, more like cornflower and cerulean blue,
Clouds are long and fat with tiny puffs and greyish-purple,
In a distance, with barely much of an overcast,
Close to the lake, near the ken, over to the west side is radiant dips.
Small enough to be a baby sunset, not enough to be seen,
In the bluish-grey backdrop, a sliver of light yellow,
Easily visibly seen is white to make an outline,
And a slice of orange with peach is low and light.
A light airy wind is silent, when rays of lights are shown,
Snow on the ground from the day before ends its run,
Nebulas white, thin, with a jet stream, is visible,
From the silent waves to across the purview spot.
An orange sun glows with a new color after red,
A pink twist glimmers like it's a great surprise,
Not a trace of yellow to be seen, barely with white,
And then it fades to a blush, later throughout the day.
Golden Dawn and Drowning Luminary
At the first sights of a pre-stormy morn go on,
It’s the makings of a bright golden dawn,
An array of three colors to spark the sky ablaze,
White puffy clouds with jet streams in a zigzag maze.
Golden covers the atmosphere from the lake to the peak,
A majority of the azure is breath-taking to even speak,
Yellow underneath to blend in within a hue,
Orange overlays and outlines the morning in a view.
Grey and purple multitude floating in the skyline,
Night entered the scene in a flash of colors,
Pink splashed the night-time canvas in the azure,
Two shades alternated from light to dark in a blanket.
Orange started to drown downward into the equator,
Yellow blazed across the skyline like a serpentine blaze,
Pink collided in a kamikaze crash of color in an elongated strip,
A sliver of peach bloomed above the ken in this drowning luminary.
Lunar Ignition and Evening Star Dousing
A lunar ignition is is an once crystal blue sky,
Now, it's a black twilit canvas of clearness,
Clouds are in various shapes and formations,
Long, puffy, and in wisps, grey in an omnious color.
With a crack of a window, sounds of a calm lake is heard,
Soothing, refreshing, as tiny ripples of foam is seen,
Tiny golden and white orbs of light is seen by standing back,
Looking like a carnival at night, a tunnel, or Christmas time.
Evening Star Dousing
Clear and dark with an evening star dousing view,
Clouds barely visible into the onyx-coated dusk,
Bright vivid clouds evoked the overcast to reflect,
Above the city lights, the peak, and across the purview to the lake.
Streaks of an orange haze zoom in across the top,
Zigzags of a serpentine scrawl of yellow looms in the scene,
Dollops of red makes it alive, bright, and like neon lights,
Fluorescent luminescence makes it like a hot burning inferno.
Morning Light Enkindle and Infrared Morn
Morning Light Enkindle
Right along the skyline, across the cityscape outline,
A morning light enkindle striked the ken in stripes,
Bright and fluroescent ultra-bright and infrared like the sun,
Not blinding, clouds white and dappled, but looked pretty amazing at first light.
Red is ablaze with a contrast of light and dark hues,
A touch of yellow gives it some punch and flare,
Down below, a white sliver of peach gives it some zip,
With a calm lake, snow on the ground, and barren trees in the background.
City lights highlighted the backdrop of black,
An array of colors makes this an inflamed morn,
Clouds, light, white and airy, in tufts of puffs, spread out,
Right before a storm in midday and calm wind.
Purple sparks the azure sky like 4th of July fireworks,
Yellow shines the ambit with light and warmth from the sun,
Blue contrasts the once dark sky fading in color,
Red rose like a load of bread, glowing with little flames.