The golden sun is slowly sliding —
setting behind the live oak trees
that shape the western edges of my sky.
Its light begins to break in pieces
coming through the leafy branches —
flickering as the gradual turning of the earth
titilates its glow.
The spanish moss that hangs
below the lowest branches
becomes a glowing fringe
that undulates as breezes
move it back and forth.
Quite suddenly some shadows
consume my colorful display.
What a way to watch a day
turn into night!