When Ruth challenged us to write about a sunset, my mind immediately drifted back in time to one of the most magnificent sunsets I’d ever seen. It was at the end of a kayaking trip with some friends (I previously wrote about it here). The challenge was to write about the sunset without using color words and to give a sense of the season without using seasonal words.
At the End of the Day
We pulled our kayaks to shore
aware of the heron standing guard.
A gentle breeze rippled the water,
crept inside our jackets,
cooled our sweaty arms.
The sky glowed,
blushed with a sailor’s delight.
We turned to the fire in the clouds,
the embers of a perfect day