#78
Sunset
Aflame in orange,
ev’rything looks different
in the sunset’s light.
This evening,
with the sunset in my rearview mirror,
I watched the waxing gibbous moon
rise in front of me
and morph from tracing paper thin
to glowing white.
The orange solar light
lit the landscape from the west
and spread its tinted wash
over the country church, the fields with their cows,
and the newly rolled hay,
made to glow even more than usual.
The sun dipped, the moon climbed,
a celestial tag team illuminating the transformation
of day to night.
I was sure I felt the liminal moment stretch
between the two extremes,
as if daily and nightly orbs enjoyed their partnered moment,
desiring light and time to expand and blend,
while I became a fortunate witness to their intimacy.
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Sunset Haiku
chilly fall sunset
glowing in the fireplace
scent of wood burning
Ah, you are a painter with words!