Sunset Musings

Image                                                                            Photo Copyright  Chris Lorenz 2013


Even as the sun sinks

I can almost taste the dawn.
Sunrise and sunset are mirrors
East and West reflecting:
Birth and death, two sides of a coin
Waving hello or goodbye, but waving.

When we die to one day, we are born to another.
When we are born, what do we leave behind?
Each dawn is a birth, each night a death,
I watch the sunset, wondering what the sunrise will bring.

As the light dwindles
Hemlock branches darken against the twilight sky.
As they sway, tracing their gentle dance
The dusk fades to night.
I watch the last sunset clouds
Grey and dissolve.
Tomorrow’s promise
Sings in the memory of the light.

                           Tasha Halpert