Sunset

Sunset

New colors are invented every night
as the sun sinks deep into the horizon.
Nature's perfect palette,
the end of yet another day,
another sunset.

Each one is different, yet each is the same;
Each means one thing to one person
...and still another to the next;
Each sheds new light and the hope for
still another tomorrow,
one more sunset,
one more painted canvas,
signed in Mother Nature's swirling hand

Maybe it's just Father Time's way
of saying Goodnight
until the stars shimmer brightly
above a symphony of crickets.

January 29th, 2007