Not awake yet
shuffling through
the sludge of sleep,
walking and talking
until
movement shook me
gently awake
dregs of sleep drifting
like the heat of the day
settling into the trees
as the sun slips
down and down
to the horizon
painting the land in
deep yellows and golds.
With the soft breath
of a cooling wind,
I walk on.
“Rise up nimbly and go on your strange journey.”
~ Rumi
All I saw was glorious clouds
reflected in shades of peach
from the setting sun
shredded banks,
long strips
or little puffs
I had to stop, lift my eyes and
breathe deeply of the soft evening.
Where was even one other child
to share in that magnificent sight?
“We teach children how to measure and how to weigh.
We fail to teach them how to revere, how to ease wonder and awe.”
~ Rabbi Harold S. Kushner, author, lecturer
sunset glancing over
its stalwart beauty ~
at rest when there was
still work to be done.
“The core of beauty is simplicity.”
~ Albert Einstein
the ocean calms
as world turns
“Sunsets are loved because they vanish.”
~ Ray Bradbury
April snow dripping, dribbling into
pools of water from
trees etched in black at sunset
“I hear the sounds of melting snow outside my window every night
and with the first faint scent of spring, I remember life exists.”
~ John J. Geddes
Lost in the trees
at sunset ~
the peaceful dark
is blessed by gilded
purple-blue and mauve.
“Blessed are they who see beautiful things in humble places
where other people see nothing.”
~ Camille Pissarro
shades a spike in
an old dried timber
in the setting sun.
Or
Is it an old cowboy
leaning back against
a fallen fence post
in the setting sun?
“Imagination is the eye of the soul.”
~ Joseph Joubert
lit only by the setting sun
clouded and sleepy imagination
is put to bed for another day.
“Our imagination flies - - we are its shadow on the earth.”
~ Vladimir Nabokov
Over the horizon there is
a land only seconds away
in memory ~
home that was and
now is sunset’s glow.
“The horizon leans forward, offering you space to place new steps of change,”
~ Maya Angelou
The sun ~
angling for photo-ops ~
settled to the horizon and
let golden paths ribbon and spread through leafless trees
to play second fiddle to its glory.
“Call for the grandest of all earthly spectacles, what is that?
It is the sun going to his rest.”
~ Thomas de Quincey
My path curved
past the frozen lake
my breath came sharply
in the winter chill.
“Sunsets are proof that no matter what happens,
everyday can end beautifully.”
~ Kristen Butler
Sunset’s glow
gilds barren trees ~
back lighting for
electricity.
“When the sun has set, no candle can replace it.”
~ George R.R.Martin
