Fall sunsets...

 

The slanting oblique rays of the sinking sun

Turning everything a brilliant hue of golden;

Crimson and fuchshia dance around in the sky -

A riot of colors in the vast expanse up high.

As the embers begin to die down

At the extreme edge of the horizon,

Nostalgia and melancholy intermingle and I sigh.

Moments sometimes linger but years sure do fly -

Like sand thru the fingers, everything does slip by.

As  twlight engulfs the whole world in its fold,

I worry the night creeps slowly yet steadily into my soul...