Friday, September 25, 2009

Day's end

At day's end,
when blue skies turn to gold
and water into wine,
the winds of time --
that shaped us as we are --
subside, to leave us
silhouetted in the light,
full of character and resistance,
grace and power;
black matches flame
and ignite the landscape,
giving shape and form
to younger visions
of a future yet to come.

* * *


Maureen said...

" . . . to younger visions/ of a future yet to come."

Lovely contrast for those of us of a certain age who now are content to be in the present but cannot help looking back.

~ Maureen

KimQuiltz said...

I'm especially fond of this one...