Under a clear blue bowl of a sky
warm sea slumbers, as still
scraps of cloud like spun gauze float by
to let sun set at will.
Lazy and lapping, like coloured flint
around flattened path, more
carbuncle-red light now glints
itself onto gold sh0re.
Round life-symbol wedded to fire,
evening sun hangs her cloak
on midsummer day high,
but now silver shield broke
And I breathless stood, wholly
absorbed,warmth kissing my skin
As vivid crimson gauged holes
to let solstice sun in.
breathtaking! and that last stanza....Wow!