Angele Toomey Poetry

This poem was written last Thursday as I was commuting home. The sky was amazing.

Sunset
Like soldiers dressed for a parade
Standing proud and tall
The setting sun
Etches black their branches
Cast now as silhouettes
Their backdrop: a gold kissed sun.

Electric fire flies
begin to peep through
clusters of leaves
Before they evolve into
street lights with the confidence
to mimic the sun
behind it's back.

But just in a short moment
the suburban jungle
looks beautiful.