The upside to a busy day that keeps me away from home much later than usual is that I was driving home as the sun set. I drove down along the coast, instead of the freeway, so it would be easy to find a place to park and head out with my camera as the sky pinked and the sun dipped lower and lower.
A volleyball game became a silhouette against the sky’s glow. I snapped, trying to catch the ball in flight.
In the pinks and oranges
of sunset’s glow
the world appears in silhouette
sharp black outlines
against a cotton candy sky
shift and drift
a game of hide and seek
the sun hides
and then reappears
beside the lifeguard tower
under the volleyball net
glowing just beyond reach
I chase it through my lens
until it splashes into the sea
And a student poem:
Poetry is always threading and weaving into your mind,
Poetry is when I hear the birdies sing to the tune of the wind,
Poetry is a river of words splashing and crashing with joy!
Poetry is whatever you adore coming in and flying by.