Sunset in the Woods

Late, late in the day
the sun reflects off the lake
and greens the landscape
in a hopeful light,
rich, green, full of color,
a beckoning
as you stand on the hill far away,
unsure
whether you should walk for the shore,
to reach for the light,
or stay,
knowing it will fade into darkness
the moment you arrive.

About this poem

So much is disappearing in life right now. Thus, this poem.

The picture was taken at Rolling Ridge retreat center in Andover, Mass.

Tom