Sunset

Rosy clouds

With golden rims shine

Against a sapphire sky.

Fingers of purple and gold reach like

Inverted waves

Sliding across an upside-down beach.

I listen for seagulls

And undulating tides,

But only the echoes of a busy day

Shush to the whisper of the night.

Trees silhouette as

A lone twinkling star

Peaks out from behind a cloud.

Crickets chirp an evening song

An owl hoots good night

And a whippoorwill yodels back.

A mother calls her children home

For supper, baths, and bed.

Fireflies freely drift low across the horizon.

A bird swoops to nest.

Hush.  Don’t say a word.

Just rest.