grindelwald

The sun strokes its way
across the ridges of the Eiger
as it calls an end to the day. 

Such an unusual shade of sun –
not red
but neither yellow
nor orange.

Against the piercing blue
and the snowy grey,
it almost seems
like a little patch of sand
someone forgot to sweep up. 

The vibrant smear of sun dwindles
as the evening grows nonchalantly closer;
the Eiger darkens at the same pace.

Hastily,
as though the sun were late
for a shift in a faraway land.

Nonetheless,
the short moment of lustre
lingers on the peak,
glistens in the eyes.
In a blink,
the Eiger
is once again naked.

What was once a bright hue
of background blue
softens
into a mellow twilight.

And just like that, another day 
sighs itself into evening,
and the darkness placidly
embraces the valley.