Sunset Punch

Sunset Punch

Like the smoke of honeysuckle and lilacs,

the sunset settles over the sky,

fills it up, seeping from corner to corner,

curling and whirling

in the melted orange creamsicle clouds.

And the heavens above 
are like the raspberry sherbet

that the PTA ladies swirl 
on top of ginger ale or 7-Up 

and, 

for lack of a better name for it, 

call it punch.

Ladle me up

another cup--

clear full.

Quick before it's gone!

I want to drink it up--

 sunset punch.

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The photos in this post were all taken on my walk in the park last night within the span of 45 minutes.  It is amazing to me how much the skies and clouds can change in such a short amount of time and when viewed from different angles and perspectives.  The sunset views seemed to change around every bend of the path, each more beautiful than the last.