Sunsets . . .

I remember the splendor

Of the setting sun,

Brilliant colors splashing

Across the horizon

Of the vast plains

As though giant vats

Of orange, red, yellow

And purple paints

Were carelessly spilled.

Colors swarming in subtle

Variations

Mixing and diminishing

Slowly succumbing

To the blackening dark.

Sunsets need silence . . .

I remember watching in awe

On countless evenings

The orchestrations of the world

Engaging the sun

In a quiet conspiracy of beauty.