This sunset, like the flaming sun
on snow in the red rocks of Sedona
one March, was full of promise.
Illumined turquoise
lakes lay above the glow,
with two roostertails racing
for the shining shore.
Was it speedboats in Eden?
Had Lake Michigan ascended?

Mountains of cranberry peach light
hung suspended above
in a hallelujah chorus of brilliance.
My brain went white. A feast of
color layered the gentle rich hue
of robin's egg blue
with baby pink stretching into
deep purple, darkening in the east
to smoke and pewter.