Can words even describe this weather? I know that weather.com is not doing it justice. Some days just transcend the abilities of the weathermen, the same way abstractions, such as beauty, cannot quite be captured by the poets. Well, the weathermen still attempt to talk weather, and apparently the poets still attempt to describe beauty.
Beauty
The twilight air seduced
my skin tight spirit, as my cares
befuddled at the red-orange red nectar
of my first ripe sunset.
I couldn’t help but whisper awe:
That’s my favorite color,
as the sky’s paramount beauty
prances my heart’s pant.
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