Sunset

A haze of mist

Pink and blue

An ombré of love

Intermingling two

Pink ascends

As the blue mist falls

The fog encases 

All

Atop a bridge

Of steel gray

Watching the wind

Whisk all away

The breeze whirled through each rail

Pink, blue, now orange too

A slurry of colors

A sunset hath grace

Our ungrateful eyes

Pinned, trace

Every color 

In each hue

An ombre of sorts

Intermingling two 

Now a third has been added

A classic sunset

The colors are mixed

Like a frothy beverage 

A pale robins blue atop it all

As the slurry mixes, endless

No borders at all

The sky is free and bountiful 

Nary a cloud in sight

It’s limitless

The blue that reigns up high

Greeted by the sun’s goodbye

Now the color has dwindled down

To a rusty, copperish brown

Hues of orange darkened down

A new spectrum of color waits to be found

Embraced by a navy blue

Like the ones sailors on ships gaze onto

As the stars begin to twinkle on the sky

The sun hath come, now it bids us a farewell goodbye

*inspired by a sunset I observed whilst we were driving atop a bridge