Light's Descent - Nov. 30, 2025

if I could capsulize my life now,

it would be late afternoons,

a recurring event of time spent

staring out the picture window

into a quieting backyard, shade

chasing the sun’s paintbrush

across the waterfall, past the trees,

stopping at the mountain’s peak,

when the pond turns into

a bottomless inkwell

that stretch of time sits me down

every day and makes me watch

light’s slow descent

as if a day’s cycle is a lifetime

and I’m clinging to the setting sun