Thursday, August 18, 2011

Programming

writing poetry
is like programming wonder
in the hearts of others

Sunset Dawn

In fading light of setting sun
Summer's end hits me like a beam,
The realization dawning upon me
Like the dayside of a sunrise
Dawning on one who watched its magic
Transform night from atop a mountain.

The young thing I watched wax from
Wee hours now wanes away from me;
Turning on my timid expectations,
Its sparse gift turns to abundant
Avarice, swiftly engulfing the earth,
Eating the infant day out from under me.

I am awakened but not consoled by
Cool mountain air breezes blowing,
Biting reminders of the pre-dawn chill.
I steel myself for the trek ahead,
As the long descent down the mountain
And into the underworld begins.