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. Alpenglow. The rosy light Of a setting sun. 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.