It start gold and uncertain
swathes of cloud offered promise
and soon became great sweeps of gilded cream against the wash of crimson on the western horizon:
and the light lowered, the sweeps of cream became gold and powerful
dominating the sky in powerful washes
as the light departed, they deepened into waves across the sky
a desert upended
rolling and rich
the sky washed clean light blue and green is a wonderful contrast against rich reds and golds
and across the evening, the ibis flew home
even in detail, the sky retains the sand dune appearance
as day departs, the hues alter, become richer, more vibrant,
the untidy tatters of neon pink to the north-west contrasted with the red golds of those sweeping clouds
but all things end, especially sunsets and as light departs, it gives a rich gift, deepening the colours
changing them in some areas to crimson, and leaving the sky beneath the tattered veil of receding crimson and red, almost green and pale blue.
All clean for the next day.