When the sun cools
and becomes friendly to the eye,
when the sun sinks low
and paints pastels across the sky,
I sit quietly, though having plenty to say,
for the heart knows better than to miss
the world’s drift from color to gray.
It will not be long before all is black
and then not even a lighted lamp
can bring those magical colors back.
Villa del la Selva
A vieA view from a restaurant
atop a cliff.
When the sun set
everyone there became
quiet and watched.
The food was good,
but the light show
of flamed foods and drinks