How many sunsets have I missed
while threading needles,
tending the hearth,
kneading the flour
for our daily bread —
Today
I chanced upon a sunset:
a brilliant bonfire in the sky
of apricot flames,
periwinkle smoke,
while autumnal leaves ripen
for the harvest —
bequeath the gold and rubies
to the children of spring.
by D. G. Vachal © 2013
*** photography by D. G. Vachal