Sunset

by Emily Windover

afternoon crumbles into evening
citrus splashes across the wooden trees
jubilant and fresh
crunchy december grasses stretch out
in patches of yellow and scruff

the sun gets lower, the sky gets milky
the haze infused with peach
spread over the fields like a blanket
blurring the fence posts and steeples
like a watercolor

the darkness comes with a certain sadness
details disappear
deer recede into the shadows
the last bit of light is messy pink jet scrawl
there is no turning back
sad blackness erases everything