By Linda Manning
White and pink popcorn clouds are drifting slowly to the east.
While the blood red sun from fire haze is setting behind the lavender mountains to the west.
Clouds are like our lives, ever changing, ever moving.
Some days wispy and puffy, so serene, and other days storm clouds blow in.
The sun too, is like our lives, dawning in the east, setting in the west.
East is our birth; west is our demise. Many things will happen to us in between.
If we are lucky, we will have a beautiful “sunrise” and a glorious “sunset.”
With a few storms along life’s “path.”
Now a yellow full moon rises in the sky.
Our sentinel for millions of years, keeping watch on Earthly dramas.
We are also like the moon, sometimes shining full and bright in our life’s “evening.”
Sometime only a mere crescent.
While one of us is meeting our “sunset” in the western sky,
Another is rising, becoming a “sunrise” in the eastern sky.
Thus, night falls closing another day as the stars come out, letting us know that Earth is still here,
Still on track, and we are only a part of the vast universe.
Englewood, Colorado 2002
