Friday, October 15, 2010

Evening Contrails

The beautiful reds and purples span the horizon,
carry the last trace of the sun's glory, an echo
of a magnificent autumn day now completed.
Wending my way on this evening's errand, I notice
more evidence of air traffic, carrying trav'lers
to their destinations, or perhaps delivering
cargo - gifts and purchases -  to glad recipients.
Again their tails reflect what I can no longer see.
As they evidence that wondrous source of light and warmth,
the vista illustrates how a glorious beauty,
diminishing, reveals another, which it obscured.

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