Walking together, hand in hand,
As we strolled across wet sand
The sun sets, as the day grows old
Turning silver seas to shining gold.
We continue our walk in twilight
Before the moon illuminated the night
And the stars adorned the heavens
But the sea breeze soon freshens
And surf moved higher up the shore
So we headed back home once more
Swooping Gulls screech alarms
High above the cliff top
As white horses ride the waves below
And the tide is broken to a stop
As the storm front closes in
The Gulls desert the cliff top
To find safe haven deep inland
And wait for the storm to stop
The majestic distant mountains,
Timeless sentinels, pale in the mist
Reach up to the sky like children
Expectantly waiting to be kissed
As if to chase the night away
And herald the dawn’s arrival
Birds awaken bright as the day
With the cacophonic chorus
Before the sun comes into view
To turn the sky from black to blue
They appear morning
Noon and night
They swell and grow
Rise and fall
And dissolve and shrink
They are sometimes thick
Sometimes thin
They are sometimes dense
Sometimes transparent
They move fast and slow
They cross treetops and fields
Lakes and seas
Homes and factories
Deserts and swamps
Tropical rainforests
And arctic tundra’s
They are beautiful and familiar
Strange and dramatic
They are myriad in form and shape
A face, a mountain, a fish
They are brown and gray
Steel blue and black
Yellow and gold
Lilac and pink
But mostly clouds are white
It’s my favourite time of day
Is a special time, a magical time
A time for romancing lovers
For shared enjoyment
Or solitary reflection
A time to drink in the vistas
Along with the cocktails
My favourite time of day
Boasts awe inspiring displays
Whether over the open sea,
Beyond distant mountains,
Over prairie or savannah,
Or painting barren desert
Or colouring the icy tundra
Illuminating a city landscape
Whether it’s across the river
Or behind the gas works
It’s a special time, a magical time
It’s my favourite time of day
When the sun sets
