Winter: Tonight: Sunset

by David Budbill

Tonight at sunset walking on the snowy road, my shoes crunching on the frozen gravel, first

through the woods, then out into the open fields past a couple of trailers and some pickup trucks, I stop

and look at the sky. Suddenly: orange, red, pink, blue, green, purple, yellow, gray, all at once and everywhere.

I pause in this moment at the beginning of my old age and I say a prayer of gratitude for getting to this evening

a prayer for being here, today, now, alive in this life, in this evening, under this sky.

Submitted by Carolyn & John Hooker