Chasing the Sunset

Chasing the sun down Highway 16
Speeding by the orchards and fields
Hoping to make it to the perfect spot
To see the sunset before it disappears
Indecisive clouds threaten rain
As the azure and rose of the sunset
Take on a smoky hue
And the day fades gently into the past.
The beautiful sights of the valley
Complement the radiance of the sky.
Trees are transformed into perfect silhouettes in the dusk;
 A herd of goats meanders slowly through a golden field.
We arrive at our destination just in time
To capture the final moments of the day.
As the sun disappears, we drink in the colors that
Refuse to give way to the darkness
Golden hills, green trees, hints of blue in the sky,
Colors in thousands of shades are
Painted into God’s masterpiece,
A gift we receive simply by stopping to look.
As we gaze silently at the panoramic view,
The sounds begin to compete with the sights for attention.
The creek below us babbles and rushes, making a Shhhh sound,
Seemingly shushing us, encouraging  a silent reverence
As the sun makes its final retreat.
All around us, the crickets sing their song of welcome to the night.
My spirit is calmed and refreshed.
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I wrote this poem after an evening drive with a friend a few weeks ago.  We had enjoyed a meal together and then decided to drive through the country to a particular spot to watch the sun go down.  The only problem was that the sun had already started to set and it seemed like we were truly chasing it as we drove westward toward our destination. We were chasing the sunset.

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  1. I’ve done this with my daughter. we will see the sky turning shades of pink. She will ask me “can we go see the sunset”. I drive to a park by the CT river less than ten minutes away and we look to the sky. Not as pretty as it was at home. Discouraged, we start to leave and take one last look and it is beautiful. We didn’t miss it after all.

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