Sunset Sill
Delicate The flower That is man
With age a Drying crease Wrinkles cross
Exposing A grand Fragility —
A few days Without more Water and
Severe Consequences Will prevail —
Never to Hold the same Shape again
The vase — Retainer of remainders
The days count- ed by fall- en petals
Beautiful Unto the Very last
Though fragrance Gone and all Glory past
What remains Is the same Shadow’s cast
Through the light On the sill Calm and still.