From a Sun Stalker

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The quiet of soft evening light, a weary sun settling in for a night’s respite—

or so it appears to this sun stalker:

And I gaze without staring

into this molten light as it arranges its robes and settles into the darkening hills,

leaving gold-laced fingerprints on the clouds behind.

I breathe the quiet.

And it feels good to be here—just me and the coyotes.

But it’s over too soon,


and I return to the real world before the black night falls.

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About apronheadlilly

wife and mother, musician, composer / poet, teacher, and observer of the world, flawed Christ-follower
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3 Responses to From a Sun Stalker

  1. birdpond says:

    Your sky is so much bigger than mine is . . .

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