The sun balances
On the edge of the hillside
Falls over
And is gone
In an instant
All colour drains from the landscape.
Rich and vibrant,
Sensuous colour
Of only moments before
Turns to dust in our fingers
Glorious gold, orange and brown
Fade to Autumn gloom
And all becomes grey
Only the sky benefits when the sun goes down
All the colour that slipped through our fingers
Will soon reappear
In pink-edged clouds
And the day is done.