I love to watch in winter
The opalescent skies at dusk.
Long gone is the strong baroque sky
With its metallic show of shadows and lights
Of silvery, coppery and golden cloud linings
Of an interminable summery sunset.
In winter brevity is the rule
But its subtle palette of opaline display
From the milky white ones
Speckled with flakes of multicolours
To the powerful charged black opals
Loaded with dark violent violet hues
Spread across with fiery crimson ones.
Each eventide takes on a unique personality
Only revealed to our eyes as twilight,
For a too short moment,
Brings its harmonious symphony
Of muted tints delighting us
Before it becomes a call to go home
To the warm fire of the homestead.
Lucette C. Bailliet
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