II.
strands of cloud alight
turning white, red, gold, black
in turn by the sun
III.
Liberty's crown set
on high by cloud/sky strata
light fades with the sun.
IV. (webster -t)
cerulean sky
maroon shades evanescing
solar course complete
Note:
I saw a really gorgeous sunset last night and I wanted to write about it.
Actually, I wanted to take a picture of it, but I suck as a photographer
and my camera is pretty lousy, so it's 5-7-5 Haiku time...
Somewhere in all those words, I hope you get a picture of a beautiful sunset.
I suppose if I were a gung-ho/good poet, I'd try to mold the images into my
idea of the perfect 17 syllables. To me, what's really important is getting
some words down so I can remember the incident and its overtones later and
let it be safely forgotten -- works great for bad shit and it's nice for
nice things, too.