Sunset from St. John’s
Because dusk is settling over the valley,
the yews are etched black
against a runaway sky,
their branches tossed by a mean east wind.
with violet hills and knots of inky cloud
like wooded knolls:
ribbons of pale grey
split the sun before racing west.
Gulls thresh and fall on the angry wind,
wings dipped in liquid gold
and edged with pink.