returning from a long day of poking and prodding in the hospital in santa rosa, i reach my home, just in time to share the sun’s last lavenderpeach hurrah, before he slipslides into into the eternal bliss of sleep...
~I suppose anything is better than being poked and prodded in a hospital but to come home to scene like in your photo would be on the verge of glorious after a day like that. Great poem. ~