The dying sun sinks down over the horizon
illuminating the sky in a myriad crepuscular shades
of pink, red, orange, indigo and gray.
It is as if they are the happy and sad recollections
accumulated on its diurnal way from east to west
these subdued traces of a once glorious light
being swallowed up by the blackest of nights.
Like this old sun I surely too have had my day
and with my own memories will soon fade away.
Born and raised in Cardiff, Wales, Ian has an MA in English from Oxford University. He lives in Taiwan with his wife, two daughters and cat. He teaches English in a high school. He has had poems and short stories published in The Ekphrastic Review, 1947 A Literary Journal, Dead Snakes, Schlock! Webzine, Short-story.me, Anotherealm, Under the Bed, A Story In 100 Words, Poems and Poetry, Friday Flash Fiction, and in various anthologies.