Fraoch

Early sunset
A golden sky
Dreamily blended
With swirls of crimson
A thing of beauty
An abstract painting by God
While viewing this sight
One might be reminded of
Numerous things
Fire, perhaps
Or
The petals of a Tiger Lilly
Or even
The yolk of an egg.....
Of all those things
Why is the only thing
That comes to my mind
The tresses
Of a certain young maiden?