Whim
Created | Updated May 27, 2007
Late afternoon sun
Drew us to the sea
Cirrus laced its slow
Turn from incandescence
Gold, orange, cherry.
We watched the sea
Flatten out in the twilight
Then the horizon
Sharpen briefly
Under
The streaks of night.
Unseen
The moon
Full, soft and blushing
Rose behind the ridge
Impatient
We turned homeward
To greet her
Before
She regained
Her naked composure.