I see a little globe, the winter sun
Setting into softness like pink down
As if a gentle wind makes sunset come
The watercolour mauve has overrun
Wishing to make light of winter’s frown
I can see how winter hurts the sun
Overhead it’s soft grey tinged with plum
This is no fit garment for a clown
But gentle winter winds made sunset come
A planetary blueness makes this dome
As if a verb is subtly changed to noun
I can see how night clouds flirt with sun
All the pink is falling,falling ,gone
The sun is left a monarch with no crown
As if a low dark wind made nightfall come
My heart is watered as the colours run
Combining, dying, falling, night has won
I still see a shadow of the sun
Now the work of wind is over, done
How my heart sings 
I see that you liked my current post. If you left a comment, I can’t find it. How wonderful for you to look at skies in evenings.
I was waiting for a phone call about something very serious,David.I intend to write something when I’ve recovered.
I love your colors and realize that color adds so much to a description. Very nice work. Lovely sentiments. Thank you.
I often look at the sky in the evening and that is where I get the ideas
Saw your FB page
’I can see how winter hurts the sun’..such a beautiful line. There is a word in English called ’apricity’ which means the warmth of the sun in winter. Your poem reminded me of this word!
I have not heard of apricity.Thank you much.I appreciate this note,Katherine