As a caboose is to a train,
September is to the summer.
The train finishes with red,
the summer also finishes with red.
Red from the hot days,
red from the painful sunburns,
red from barbequing over hot coals,
red showing off the long pretty sunsets.
Like a bear sleeping through winter,
I would love to sleep through the summer.
When the hot summer is over,
when September ends you must wake me up
Oh yes,
I want to see the pretty fall colors.
The trees are dressed in golds, oranges and rusts,
the squirrels are having fun playing tag,
as they hide their nuts for the winter.
The very hot weather is gone until next year,
a cool breeze covers me like a soft blanket.
As September says good-bye until next year,
winter will set in with cold winds.
Old sweaters will come out ready to wear,
as a new one or two will be bought.
What a magical time of the year,
holidays with family, friends and food,
celebrating one year out and a new one coming in.
Men with cameras
Sit and wait for the sunsets
Poets see all day.
Sunsets originally published in Tap into Poetry Magazine, 2026, all rights reserved
What did you say? I cannot hear
Say it again, if you don’t mind
Or if you do, I’ll go from here
Forever lost and undefined
I’ll dig that soil of my own garden
I’ll watch the sunsets every day
Will never ever beg your pardon
For any guilt on me you’d lay
Cos I was sentenced long ago
To be as free as gentle breeze
That blows whatever way I go
Stops when I ask him about this..
The man collected sunsets the way misers collect gold. He carried them in notebooks, jars of memory, fading photographs, and stories repeated so often they became scripture. He believed beauty could be preserved if only one looked hard enough. Yet every sunset escaped him. Every crimson horizon dissolved into darkness. Every perfect evening became another relic. In old age he discovered the secret too late: beauty survives not because we possess it, but because we release it.
"Age is only a number. Think young, stay young, enjoy life and be thankful. Words I live by." By Poet...
Now come,
let's learn from wisdom.
Sunsets are the doorway to the moon,
ending the day with bright colors.
Memories are made as the moon turns full,
shining down with love.
Wisdom is how we learn,
from the good and bad,
sometimes making us bitter.
Life is short,
so throw the bad and bitter out like cold bath water.
Always remember age is only a number,
fifty is half a century but so what?
I say "Happy Birthday" to the new half century,
Hooray!!!
When walking out the door, seeing the orb
Question came was it a sunset or sunrise
'Twas beautiful gold though clouds' rays some absorb
It was then I knew we're old and wise
Of course, recognized it was a sunset for us
But I didn't know how soon your sun would set
For you it turned to being so blessed plus
But for me my life's dreams offset
Thinking we'd walk in life's sunset together
Maybe more time to enjoy our ramada
Whether it was cold, hot or stormy weather
Somehow we'd try a Mexican tostada
You've gone home meeting loved ones, friends, Jesus
While I deal with earth's doubts, not He who frees us
Evenings what reddens
The outback's skied
Peace of parrot watches, bloodies
No such, hereabouts.
War, its effects as
Presageful of -
Across that, any bird one sees
"Angel of Death"! shouts.
Morning of my birth
Awed!...Watching my last sunset
Where did my life go?
Look at us catching the sunset together
With some light talk to get us going
Nothing but nature and sheer tranquillity
And a nice glass of chardonnay
If you ask me what the occasion
I'd say we're celebrating life
And we should do it more often
Cause we don't get great sunsets like this
For we are always on the move
At times when you're catching a sunset
I'm out there catching a breath
Cause my day is barely over and I can't get home
That's why I'd want to take this moment all in
To enjoy that sweet fragrance
'Cause the streets can be suffocating
And it's hard to go fast in a crowd
At this moment tomorrow is a distant place
Yesterday is a messy place
Today is pacing by
But presently, memories are all I picture
The PO£T
Do you think of me
When you see the sun setting
Me, you, together
lilac h u s h of love ~
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s t a k e s
heals r s in swarovski
sunset sorcery
Cool coastal air caressing care on my face,
The sand slipping softly through my feet,
The ravenous roars
Of the ocean’s whimsical waves,
Ice cream top like silky snowdrops,
Woody waffle cone
Like a bark of a tree,
The sun bleeding in the sea,
Sunsets and silhouettes,
I closed the gap,
I bit the top of the icecream,
And it slid down
Through the gate of my teeth,
Warming warmly the tongue,
And I thought
I swallowed the sun.
May we remember every time we’re blessed to watch the sunset
blessed to enjoy another day of the Earth’s spinning…
How a sunset is natures way of reminding us
an ending can be as beautiful as a beginning.
Rose gold sunsets that
Paint an afterglow in the
Crimson colored sky
SUNSETS
ONE TAKE MESMERING
DEAR TO ME AND YOU ALWAYS
LET US SEE IT TOGETHER
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