The Disappearing Sun

The disappearing sun kisses the sky good night.

And we take a deep breath at the memory of another day.

The memories etched in our hearts, while the sun seems to celebrate it’s place in time. 

My guess?  Quite satisfied at a job well done.

And I wonder if we are gifted this final canvas for a chance to say goodbye.

Or is it simply moving over to give the moon a turn.

Wind Kisses, Donna