Richard George - Sunset's Ghost

Lilac clouds, a wash of green
At daylight's end:
When west is dark, to northward
A heat-haze aurora
Silhouettes our roof-slopes.
Beautiful, but it chills me:
We have made her burn with fever,
The sky, our mother.

Richard George

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