Watching Funeral Colors Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Preparing for another horizon, sunsetical shores looming ahead,
watching their funeral colors coming to light, filtering silent-
ly into the near-future without being seen.

Yet, this mind is alert and aware of their presence both day and
night, seeing them skirt edges of life in quiet whispers against
shores of life.

Perfect pictures of the silence of death as it culminates in the
atmosphere well before it makes it's move, being touched by the
exquisite sense of the Divine.