A Wealth Of Colour (Poetry)

The whole sky blazed gold
glittering through rain
great pines bristled with
fine drops — air aflame
a fire/water blend

This alchemy held
its cloth covered wide
and dazzled across
the hushed countryside
stretched out end to end

Bright minutes until
the sun by degrees
dipped further below
this band of tall trees
we watched it descend

The yellow drained slow
diluted — grown wan
a blur through the glass
as evening began
asserting its trend

The pines settled back
mere silhouettes stark
against greying tones
now merging with dark
no wealth left to spend