Watching Glory take the sun after another day done,
I sink into rocking chair swaying deeply to horizon.
The sky waves to shades of rose, blue and purple hue
like the palette of God marking all with adieu.
I gaze to the hills as a hush beckons twilight,
worlds of soft mystery tiptoe towards the night.
Lavender shadows awaken sweet senses alive.
Reborn in night breezes, my heart rests revived.
Rocking to and fro, in my viewing porch chair;
I sway bewildered, lost and found again there.
©2012 Linda Willows