Sunset Years
The one and only Master painter
gathers His colossal tools
and works all day
blending
mixing
enough color, moisture, light
Blowing clouds in, just so
Tirelessly, effortlessly
dovetailing all movements
for a sunset of exquisite beauty.
Old eyes have seen His hands
brush strokes line his face
and he tells of dovetailed
moments and years
waiting to bask in the glory of his own
sunset dear.
Copyright © Kari Mitchell | Year Posted 2016
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