The sun melted into the western sky
Like a cube of ice
It hadn't been a perfect day
But all in all it had been nice.
The clouds overhead
Passed lazily by
With no where in particular to go
As the colors changed in the sky.
Blue changed to orange
And the orange into red
He wanted to write of this beauty
But there was little left to be said.
So he sat upon his porch
Until nightfall came around
And he was indeed thankful
That he was still around.
He watched the fireflies
Their tails brightly lit
In his chair he slowly rocked
For awhile he would sit.
He sat there listening
To the quiet, without a sound
This was heaven on earth
The best of times he found.
Soon it would start over
Again it would be daylight
But for now he sat, he rocked
And enjoyed the coming of the night.

(c)2010 T. LaFountain