day's end

the sun diluted
shafts of light
shot through the clouds
feathered in reds and golds
whispers of wind
in a listening sky
at my back
trees mark the hillside
like obelisks
their shadows, like hands
reaching out to their sister, Night
piles of leaves
children laughing
making their deciduous descent
concussions of gray
she, arching her back
then crashing upon the shore
a thousand lips to be kissed
the horizon blurs
sea and sky as one
embracing to weather
the evening's chill
day's end