Hints of Sunset – Monochromes in a Colourful Mind

The sun, a fading ember in the sky

Travels to night, painting the world sepia

A last, defiant act before it dies

And leaves us in the clutches of encroaching clouds

The air grows colder with each passing hour

And a storm approaches, a tempest in the making

Heavy with snow, it bears down upon us

Threatening to wrap all we see in an icy embrace

For a few more tics, we are still bathed in light

A final moment of warmth before the storm

The world inhales and holds its breath in anticipation

Of the cold and darkness that is to come

There is an  uncertain beauty in storms

A raw power that is both fearsome and alluring

As we huddle behind thermopane, safe from its wrath

We can’t help but feel a strange sense of wonder

For in the heart of winter’s fury

There is a stillness that speaks to our souls

A moment of quiet reflection

As we wait for the sun to rise again.