April, 2013 - Every Writer

Sunset by Emily Windover

afternoon crumbles into evening
citrus splashes across the wooden trees

My wife and I live on country acreage with a mountain view. I’m a retired lawyer.who formally skied and climbed mountains

some-
times

My old ’83 Trans Am lapped up the salted highway,

Twilight’s saffron haze reduced to memory
as light strengthens its spars over the horizon

If I could see through your eyes the city
from the roof of the Cathedral Building,
hear the wind through the nearby arms of a crane