A Melody Plays Sundown

The strumming of the guitar Watch and wait while the sun sits Glorious colors of blush Orange kisses of a crimson movement Hush Listen, the violins are weeping so slowly Music to my ears and natures tears Fall beside the late day shadows Dark dapple-gray clouds mesmerizes Flutes of majestic mountaintops sing Whisper winds Whisper so low Wailing loons calling out to the end of day Calling on her mate Calling on her lonely cries And so to the small hours that melt on by Echoing silence