The sunset glows in the wide Western sky,
placed there by the Master from on high.
Reds and golds of various shades
are splashed in mounds of beauty
on his huge blue canvass.
I watch as sun drops
over the edge
it will rise
from behind peaks
into Eastern sky.
Once again reds and golds
are brilliantly painted on
the clear sky with abandonment
No mortal painter has access to
the magnificent colors of the Lord.
Joyce I. Johnson lives in the beautiful Skagit Valley of Washington State. She owns a small farm and rents her land to a bulb grower. She is surrounded by beauty in the spring from the tulips and daffodils that inspire much of her poetry. Joyce celebrated her 96th birthday in July of 2014.