What is it about a sunset that I
cannot look away? Trying to make
out a small movement, barely caught
in the edge of my eye, my dusk
vision falters, squinting toward
the south pasture. Then the sunset
slams across the sky, sideways light
blasting slim prairie grass shadows
flat to the ground. Whatever moved
has become as still as me, listening
to the upbeat honking of geese on
the pond. The water reflects a young
moon in an exhausted sky, erupting
in rose and gold. Color seeps down
from the clouds as the prairie gives
up the day, dissolving to a bruised
wash that flows until it ebbs, and
then drains purple and rust, leaving
a residue of shadow color. Staining
small lives with an immortal gleam.
….
Anna Blake at Infinity Farm
Horse Advocate, Author, Speaker, Equine Pro
…
Currently planning upcoming Concept Clinics. 2018 is filling quickly; please contact me here if you would like to host a clinic or attend one. Check out our entire clinic schedule here.
Lovely!! I was there, watching that sunset. Thank you for sharing your gift of words.
Who can ever get away from a sunset, or even words about one. Thank you, Melinda.
Such poetry!!!!
Thanks, Leslie.
WOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Sunsets possess me. Thanks, Daisy.
“young moon in an exhausted sky” (sigh). What a wonderful line.
Thanks, Wendi.
Lovely…emotive…evocative…
Thank you, Elizabeth.
Wow…beautiful as ever your lovely words. I look forward so much to reading them.
Inspiring and humbling and very moving all at the same time.
Thank you!!
Thanks so much Pat. I appreciate the kind words.
Damn Woman; absolutely sublime.
Thank you, you must have a sunset thing, too, Christa.
Sunsets, you bet. And words. I revere how you knit your words into a fabric of blog; your unique voice. Thank you for being available.
What an amazing moment in time you captured! Thank you for sharing!
Thanks, Susan… the moment captures me. I have a sunset addiction!