Afterglow (revised from chat)

Afterglow 

Day had been harsh

She arose in bad-temper;

Climbing the sky with vengeance

She scorched the land

With heat from the sun

Never thinking of reprieve

Reluctantly she ends her shift

Hands time over to night,

Who prefers the cooling of

Dusk and shade of mellow evenings

Out of mercy, she sends man a gift

Placing wispy clouds in the sky

She sinks the sun beyond the hills

Bathing the earth in a

Muted soft afterglow

© Tonya 4.20.2009

revised 4.21.09