“A sunset like rainbow sorbet
Melts its pastel chills of color
Down sleeping bones in dreams…”

“We are here not to be easy—
but to become our better angels—slowly
while confined within time’s penitentiary…”

“She’s a survivor
cancer’s grim grip—failed to quash…”

“sunset’s last breath sighs

as time draws brief—wanted rest”

“as we walk along its paths of divine warmth
hand in hand—we steadily become the light
and the sun settles behind the mountains”

“I’m blessed to flow with such waters and drink
from their clear tonics of peace and reassurance”

Photo by my friend Charlie Lansche— lastchancegallery.com