Encore

royal sunset

Day, in dying, blushes rose

From claret clouds to sunset toes;

Proof that while all good things end,

Dawn breaks bright with hope again.

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Bedtime Ritual

summer sunset

 

Sunlight yawns and sighing, dons a cloudy negligée,

Tired trees tucked by the breeze fold leafy limbs to pray;

Sky surveys through rainbow haze as God turns out the light,

Day descends, and as she bends, she kisses me goodnight.

On Ice

sunset ice

 

Her dreams have been

immobilized,

flash-frozen tears,

harbingers of pain. But

finger to vein

finds pulse flutters

still – when her dawn

rises, rivers

will flow freely

once more, quenching

her winter soul.

The Funeral

Saskatchewan Landing sunset

Her heart is a sinking sun,

pooling patches of dried blood

on a canvas thickening

with yesterday’s paint. Tucked in

rich velvet and laid to rest

(open to public viewing)

she mourns its passing, pressing

treasured lines of scrawled script to

lips of stone, epitaph carved in

lieu of flowers. Rays of light,

the glory days of holding

and being held, protrude from

memories slashed through the frayed

places where sky meets casket’s

edge. The sun will rise again

but not today, not until

a thousand tomorrows have

burned to ashes, cremation’s

signature on cloud-sealed urn.