The Sun's Opus

In the final minutes 

of the day, 

we sit in quiet solemnity

bathing ouselves in the 

champagne-tinged glow 

trickling down through 

the elongated shadows of shore pine 

The sinewy limbs of the trees sway

dance

shimmy

in the breeze 

 embering lights 

lick our faces and eyes, 

dappling our bodies 

sunflames embed deeply in flesh 

Apollo’s fiery fingers open 

a rift in the clouds 

gloriously engorge themselves 

across the darkening blue

we sit in quiet solemnity

watching as the horizon coaxes

the last droplets of blue from the sky