spring sunset

I was going to blog about the mid-April sunset as a metaphor for hope juxtaposed with the conclusion of another day. Instead, I’ll just look out my window on an unseasonably mild spring afternoon and write down what I observe.

spring sunset —
a faded red ribbon
tied to a tree

spring sunset —
a twig snaps
beneath the tire

spring sunset —
a sigh of resignation
when the lawn mower starts

spring sunset —
the next-door neighbor’s
noisy convertible

spring sunset —
our old dog’s
heavy sigh