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,
as you stand on the hill far away,
whether you should walk for the shore,
to reach for the light,
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.
What is life without the foil of death? (I say this rhetorically, wishing I was that brave… but knowing it is true.)