Beneath the window, shadows paint the hill And rooftop solar panels feel the chill Blue eyes are drawn down to the river's flow The Derwent sweeps majestically below
Across the water, shadows stretch and climb The twilights of the city start to shine Above, the mountain cloaked in cloudy stripes That race along above the ***** pipes
The setting sun now sets the clouds on fire A fiery orange blazing funeral pyre It lights the heavens with a mystic glow As nature plays her perfect picture show
The colors shift and swiftly turn to red As bloodstained cloudy fingers start to spread Then in an instant, beauty is undone As darkness falls above the setting sun
A poem for Joe Cole, who requested I write about the view from my window. We get some amazing sunsets in Hobart, we overlook the river Derwent, Hobart City and Mount Wellington. The reference to ***** pipes refers to the most prominent feature of the mountain, plenty of images available online for anyone interested enough to Google.