Poetry

South Dakota Sunset

The prairie hills are a rock sea

rising to a crest 

subsiding 

the movements frozen in time immeasurable

though not forever.

Wide and long the sunset

backlights in full spectrum.

Ruddy orange anchoring,

it blends and spreads thin

to the limitless blue.

How high does the color show.

When does it cease as my Sunset

and become some other's Starshine?

The sunset pictured on the home page was the inspiration for this poem.