West Coast Sunset

Behind yon’ dark and shaded ridge
That hides horizon’s edge,
There skies shine forth fair colors gay, 
As daylight fades away.

Light shades of rose, and rust, and gold,
Shot through with em’rald bold
All shine as one, as one they fade
Behind the ridge of grey.

And grim rock face, though stern may be,
Leaves half the sky unseen;
But ‘gainst the dark of shade and stone,
Fair still the hues are shown.

So plain may seem the hillcrest black
And vivid color lack;
But fairer sets the sun thus so,
To sink in prism’s glow.

Photo taken of the coast from the Santa Monica Pier, California