It was an unremarkable day,
with no extraordinary events.
This was not a day for dazzling silver lined clouds
heralding the arrival of angels.
No, this was any old ordinary day.
This was not a day for a brilliant red ending,
flames shooting across the sky.
There was no need for fireworks or celebration.
Pinks and purples and blues
had no place in such a mundane day.
Without flash or fanfare,
the sun simply sank below the horizon,
beautiful in its simplicity,
pale yellow fading to unremarkable gray.
This poem is a part of One Shot Wednesday at One Stop Poetry. Be sure to visit the site for more poems.