October Sunset Poem by Bill Galvin

Roads keep on winding;
You can't always be where you want to be.
Weather always changing;
You can't always select what you want to see.

Rivers keep on flowing;
You can't put any of life's scenes on "repeat".
Words always forming;
But occasionally you have to hit "delete".

This eve,
I'm in the right place,
At the proper angle to the setting sun;
The rays linger a bit longer
On the bottom of that dusky cloud,
And it glows…
Then quickly cools to ashen gray,
Like embers in an autumn campfire.

October 2016