Pastel palette paints the evening sky
as the rush hour traffic flies by.
Lemmings on the run,
do they notice the setting sun?

Brush strokes in orange and blue,
colors the sky in gorgeous hues.
The light posts, hold up the canvas
much like the shoulders of the god Atlas

Verdant green trees, silhouetted in black,
caress the sky, above the highways track.
The sign up says ahead my exit looms,
when I get home the primrose will bloom.

Out of the traffic, just a sliver of light,
a fading gem of the day, glowing bright
I watch it as darkness fall with no fright.
Then it winks out as day says goodnight