William F. Polden Sr. Poetry

*As the sun sets, with reds, oranges and yellows attaching themselves to any object that is willing to carry on there show. The color sprectrum mingles together with an afterthought of the day, as a warmth rides within the evening breeze that pushes onto the shores of the now darkening beach.
*Along the days trodden path of people, a fiddler crab works... Bound and determined to once again rebuild his home before the last rays of light are gone. And in the gleam of the orange ball of light glowing off his back, offers a quiet release from even the most troublesome of problems. the whisper of small waves bring serenity to the hard days close.
*Within a few minutes, the day will be gone. Even as the sun set's deeper into the dark waters of a lost ocean, the seagulls cry out their farewell's. As in turn, the clouds track multi-colors of red, yellow, silver and blue. The visual array, tinted by a magicial sequence, holds their turn as to which should come next.
*Small waves end their jorney as they crawl onto the white sands of a land battered by the rage of a past storm. The curtains of this day are slowly being drawn to a close as a light pale blue sky, drakens into a majestic grey, turning even deeper towards a steely black.
*Fires in the sky, like diamond chips scattered across black velvet have somehow mixed the breeze into the perfect atmosphere. The distant star-fire grows even brighter as a near-by cricket signs songs of beauty into the breeze of the night.
*This is life. It is nighttime... And once again we embrace the wisdom sought to understand it alone.

Poet: William F. Polden Sr.