by Nicola

Last eve I saw the red, red sun
As it came a-floating, a-floating
Floating through the sky:
So lightly poised, so softly down,
Down through the unresisting air,
Sinking its seeming-floating fall
Down to the near horizon’s blur
Touching and tipped upon a spire,
Balloon like lifted, taken on
To loiter huge, then dip below the verge.

Last eve I saw the red, red sun
As it came rolling, rolling,
Rolling through the sky:
So vast its globe, and how it moved
Serene, assured and unperturbed,
Stately and regular its speed,
Indifferent to the servile mists
Dispersing at its passage,
Effortless power, compelling motion,
Universal contemplator
Luminous, elemental lord,
How beautiful it was to see
Sweeping majestic, low above the verge.

Last eve I saw the red, red sun
As it came lowering, lowering,
lowering through the sky:
The bare trees shrieked the writhing boughs
Stark silhouetted in the glow
Clutched helplessly the glaring orb
Then shrank evasively before
as plunging purposeful it bore
among them, burned and seared its way,
Trundled its fierce destructive ball,
And faster rolled, remorselessly,
And unremitting in its anger:
How then propitiate its wrath
Voracious appetite allay,
How its malevolence avert,
Its awful incandescence stay,
As fiery it hurtled, ravening the verge.

By Geoff Patrick

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