Last Light

It is late in the day
and the skies cry out in colors,
a reminder
that at times, the last light
is the most beautiful

About this poem

I am now of an age that each moment counts. And the things that seemed to just be part of life now seem more precious. From the giggle of a five year old in the yard next to me, to a fine meal with friends, to love, to time with my family, to my faith, to time to create, or good music, or….. – all are more precious than ever before.

The picture was taken in NJ, on my trip home yesterday.

Tom