this is a poem about the sunset |
Tall grass surrounds me like amber arms reaching toward the darkening sky. A vast valley, dark, yet welcoming, lays before my eyes, telling me of Summers long past. Silhouetted by the descending sun, the trees stand strongly before the might of the wind, that now playfully toys with my hair, bringing me into a never ending dance of spirit. The sun now meets the distant horizon, flashing brilliant streaks of scarlet light along the remaining wisps of cloud that dared come forth against the summer sky. I slowly stand, leaving the imprint of my body in the midst of the soft grass that sacrificed its comfort for mine. I slowly raise my arms, spreading them wide, embracing the power that the sun lets forth through the pallet of colors that has now expanded throughout not just the sky, but every depth of the valley, clinging to every blade of grass, discovering the places that shadows once hid with a dark cloak. As I stand, the beauty rushes through my body, spreading through every muscle and nerve, overwhelming every other thought and emotion. As the colors seem to swirl about me, grabbing my soul and lifting it as high as it could go, I hear the cry of a lone wolf, a wolf that i realize is not different from myself. He is a traveler, stopping to announce his cry to the world, to appreciate the sheer beauty of this magic evening. I feel the cry pierce my heart, my soul, my spirit. It swirls about me with the colors of sunset, yet seems to seep into the earthy ground. I feel as though I am flying, wrapped in an eternal bond of nature. And then, as soon as it had begun, the last peak of the sun sinks behind the last tree, leaving the world in a deep darkness. As I lay back down in the cool grass, the stars appear, timidly entering as remnants of the sun's eternal light. The moon appears over my head, ready now to take its turn to bathe the world in it's pale glow. I close my eyes now, enjoying a calm after the most beautiful storm |