The Hunters Sunset

After a day of clouds and rain
The setting sun breaks out,
Opening the gates of heaven
Gold, Violet, purple and red
Royal clouds they are
Touching all the darksome woods with rays of light
The magnificent hunter
Hoping, praying, wishing
Is that a glare off an antler?
Maybe a flicker of an ear?
Then like a ruby from the horizons ring
Sunset drops into night.