An Evening in The Tones of Rothko

The last embers of a sunset sink below a dark horizon almost mirroring a Rothko painting in its somber and weighted tones. A sadness has found a place to settle for the evening and is absorbed by the water and sky. It seems weary, unable to take form in a thought and be given a name, but is more a shade as that which inhabits the internal landscape of a haiku when something fragile and exquisitely beautiful is caught briefly in its passing and let go. It is a sadness that feels soul deep, reverberates in the ear beyond any audible note from a place that echoes an emptiness, the absence of what perhaps first gave it breath and let its fragile existence float free and alone to wash up on the shores of this gentle evening and utter a sigh.