The earth’s old light burns fire in the sky

Making silhouettes of distant trees

Melting into the sea; turning to night


The flame casts a pink and melon shadow

Over the earthly twilight sky;

Brilliant pastels mirrored on the settling surf


I gaze upon the western water’s edge

Awestruck by the bright wonder;

Dreaming of a distant star


What will the morrow bring?

My imaginings are scattered and few

Hoping dawn will shine vibrant and blue

Guiding my day; my future


And if the sun does not shine

Let it be known to all mankind

That it’s there–in the distant sky


Making a new day; creating a new life.


Kristin D. Sadler

Revised from my original, circa 1985