Like a reprieve Comes the soft morning breeze; An unwrinkled sheet between us, Bisecting yet connecting Blazing dreams And cold quotidian chores. We’re given a chance once more To drift weightlessly, Aimlessly, In apricot-tinged hope On an undemanding tightrope. The thin glimmer of Love’s gold shimmer Becomes a carousel of birdsong In this rose-petaled dawn. Almost here, Almost there— We toss our hearts in the air, Suspended, Unrepentant. One last shuddering streak— Violet periwinkle pink— Soon dissipates In the bright eye of day.
It’s been a good month of sunsets Outside the conference room window, Splashing down behind the old Hyatt– A riot of violet, indigo, crimson. As the days lengthen And storms malinger, The sky waits for my drive home, Candy striping on my commute– Watermelon, apricot, grape. I stop at the fairgrounds To take a shot of butterscotch Streaking out of sight. Summer will soon push them later, After I’m inside for the night. I tire early now; One day I’ll see my last. I wonder which kind it will be– The glorious burst of final savage color, Or a slow unremarkable fade to black?