The sun glows on the back of black tresses,
This gleaming ball of firelight – the sun –
Said its last goodbyes as satin dresses
Lace, silk, puffed sleeves, rubies, merged into one.
Red, orange, yellow, across the horizon
A semi-circle radiating bright light –
The memories of a herd of bison
Fade as the picturesque bird wings take flight.
Mark my words, this day will be recalled soon
Glorious or ghastly, charming or not –
Rosy glow increasing, plummeting moon,
You will then think of what the day has brought.
Make the most of each vivid rise and set
On the horizon – if you will just let.
Note that the poem is written in the style of a sonnet, please give me your feedback in the comments.