As I continue writing a poem a day in April, I am extra observant of my surroundings, sights, sounds, textures, careful to avoid any curs lurking about.  (Did you see what I did there – snuck in the WORST prompt word ever…)

Last night was a special dinner.  My youngest daughter who was here off and on for a year following her college graduation last spring is leaving for further travels.  Then she will move back to her college town where she has a job waiting.  Following our goodbye dinner we walked outside to the most spectacular evening sunlight.

The golden light
Warmed our faces
Bathing everything
In a buttery glow.

The rosy light
of a setting sun.
Alpenglow.

Snow glittered  
From the tops of 
Mountains,
Reminding me 
Of days spent
Spring Skiing,
The last run of the day
As the sun sunk
Out of sight.

We stood and let the
Sun touch our skin
Arms around each other
Watching the boats,
Bobbing in the harbor
Yellow sided
Under the velvety
Evening sunlight.