the clouds are maxfield parrish
strata, pulled, ripped
strawberry pink and orange
creamsicle dripping across
a cooling blue expanse
the sun at just the right angle
look back after looking down
and every color has been leeched
to gray
but the color of lead offers
its own comfort
signalling a purple sky
promising half a moon
Words and Feathers 
Nicely evocative of the artist
Thank you. Every time I see one of these exceptional sunset/cloud combos I think of his work.
Beautiful. I love the first line. We have many beautiful sunsets here, and when I see a particularly lovely one, I yell to my wife, “We’ve got a Maxfield Parrish!”. I’ll be sure to have her give this a read. 🙂
Ha ha.Thanks. I do the same thing with my wife!
“the color of lead offers / its own comfort” — beautiful.
Thank you. It seems to happen in a second, how all the color fades out.
I saw that moon.
Gorgeous moon. I enjoyed your reference to Maxfield Parrish.
Thank you. Sometimes the sky does all the work.