It was a long summer afternoon
a crackling fire lit the yard
the southern sun was setting
while I strummed my old guitar
It was her way of moving to the music
she captured the glowing cinders in her eyes
she danced with the slightest sway in her hips
and her heavenly body torched my skies
Looking up at the clouds so high
Watching colors stretch across the sky
As they combine and spread apart gracefully
An ever-changing work of art slowly slips by
As the sun first wakes
Golden hues are painted on the tips
I’m struck by the beauty
How lucky am I to be a witness
As the sun slowly dances across the sky
The image changes as clouds come and go
Feathery wisps of cotton stretch out
While others appear as the atomic bomb exploded
As the sun reaches the western horizon
The colors of the rainbow come back for a second act
Purple, pink, red, and orange are coated in layers
Until the colors slowly fade to black
This poem, along with others, can be found in my book Coffee Shop Sessions II: Moving Mountains One by One
