Sunset, I-12
West
Heading west on
I-12
The golden
evening opens before us,
Unfolding like
an evening garment,
Displaying in a
wide canopy of color,
Of hues unknown
before now,
Roseate tinged
with gold, and
Orange laced
with deep purpose, and
Blue beyond the
hem of Mary’s scarf.
These are no
longer clouds
Merely blessed
by a setting sun.
These are
portents of great moment,
Telling,
announcing the coming of night.
--November 5,
2013
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