by Courtenay Nearburg

The sun dips behind the peaks
Orange pink liquid wisps sip
the darkening sky
the moon disrobes
gleaming in the silky indigo dusk
the snow glows and glistens
fresh ice slicks across
bald pates of mountain faces

Even in the gleam of evening
my heart sinks with the sun
my sleep is punctuated
by the past
fragments of angry days
simple plays
on the stage
of days