September, 2K Updated March 22, 2004

A Gooseberry Island Sunset Page II

You need Java to see this applet.

Colors The breeze was scented and playful, taunting me with a slight chill about my shoulders. A golden blaze was shimmering accross the blue, green, grey, tan, wind toussled but otherwise calm sea.  It raced towards my feet from a peach gold sun hanging low in a turquoise sky.  A shining path inviting me to skip accross the waters to meet the sun in the lavender mists beyond. The sun became pink in its decent, the whisps of clouds glowed silver, gold, pink, maroon, purple.  The shimmering path became copper and bronze, and the sea turned bluer, greener, red and purple.

Crickets and toads sang chorus to the approaching night.  Seagulls and kites wheeled their last patrols of the day. The sun plunged into the lavender mists, turning blood red, leaving a orange trail behind it.  The sea became black, blue, orange and red.  The dancing path sleepily dimmed to a deep maroon.  The silver whisps, high in the sky, now became burnished gold set in a grass green sky.

The dancing path sparkled its last, and I bid farewell to a sliver of red in the lavender mists. Good night.

The prose "Colors" was written about a sun set two days before this series of pictures were taken.

Back to A Sun Set At Gooseberry Island, Page I (Introduction) A Sun Set At Gooseberry Island, Page III (Poem about Sand Pipers) A Sun Set At Gooseberry Island Page IV (Space to Be Filled) Back to Blowin' Smoke At  Coffee House on the Turtle's Back