The sun sets over the Blue Ridge Parkway near Rocky Knob.
I’ve watch the sun set on every continent on this Earth but Blue Ridge sunsets remain my favorite. Sometimes I take the long way home just so I can sit alongside a rode and wait for the sun to dip behind the mountains.
How the old Mountains drip with Sunset
How the Hemlocks burnâ€”
How the Dun Brake is draped in Cinder
By the Wizard Sunâ€”
How the old Steeples hand the Scarlet
Till the Ball is fullâ€”
Have I the lip of the Flamingo
That I dare to tell?
Then, how the Fire ebbs like Billowsâ€”
Touching all the Grass
With a departingâ€”Sapphireâ€”featureâ€”
As a Duchess passedâ€”
How a small Dusk crawls on the Village
Till the Houses blot
And the odd Flambeau, no men carry
Glimmer on the Streetâ€”
How it is Nightâ€”in Nest and Kennelâ€”
And where was the Woodâ€”
Just a Dome of Abyss is Bowing
These are the Visions flitted Guidoâ€”
Domenichino dropped his pencilâ€”
Paralyzed, with Goldâ€”