As I ride homeward
The sun begins its descent
through congregations of clouds
They reach out to be transfigured
fleetingly, each in turn
While the blessing flows
fleecy hand to fleecy hand
the air is cooler
the evening shadows softened
the pavement glow subdued
Later the sun reemerges
Commanding countenance
too strong to behold
I ride dazed, half blinded
till I slip into the shadow of a hill.
©Wendy Mulhern
July 3, 2011
July 3, 2011