Going Down Like Fire

Red Sunset, Margaret Mair, original art

Red Sunset, Margaret Mair, original art


The sun flames
The vault of the sky
Rising east
And falling west,
Coming and going,
Touching our world
With a red glow
That pulses like blood
Through sky and clouds,
That breaks like a wave
Over hills and fields,
That touches brightly
On trees and buildings,
That fills our wondering eyes.
Coming it wakes our world
With the fire of its
Life-embracing warmth;
Going it throws
All that lies beneath
The darkening sky
Into ashy concealment,
Then leaves us
To the gentler light
Of the sometime moon
And quiet stars.
Written by Margaret Mair
Painting, original art by Margaret Mair

4 responses to “Going Down Like Fire

  1. Of course, I love sun and now I love your poem and your painting.

  2. Beautiful, Margaret. Though all I seem capable of writing are funny poems, I really admire this kind of poetry. Thanks for it.

    • Thanks you for appreciating it. And it seems to me that there is a special skill to writing funny poems – we all have our different capacities!

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