A Sunset Fades

A Sunset Fades

A sunset fades
atop the hill,
snow-packed blue,
the barren aspens
streaking dying colors
of orange pink red
gray yellow purple
light.

Somewhere,
in the blurred line
between red and gray,
her face is fading,
her eyes paling,
her smile
a final ray of
light.

All that’s left is snow.


Over at One Stop Poetry today, Leslie Moon has posted a musical poetry prompt -- write a poem based on music by George Winston. You have your choice of two selections, and I chose "The Snowman." Visit One Stop Poetry to see links to more poems.