Sunset
on the waning edge of day
sunset rolls white clouds to pink and amber strands
sifting back and forth
like ideas framed by indecision
this sprawling vista
a quiet glide between hope and trepidation
gold-pink clouds knotted in warm stretches of glow
drifting into scattershot lives
pushing
pulling
like threads of firebrand fury
pleated folds of color
a sunset
marginalized to go
menaced by the hermit thoughts of night
leaving a restorative resolve
to look beyond one's self
earth-bound
to stir the life-fire within
Copyright © Brian Sambourne | Year Posted 2023
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