Posted on August 28, 2009 at 8:00pm
Her back against a firm smooth boulder,
Just the right size,
Her hair pulled back in a pony tail, long and wavy.
A few wisps escaped,
Floating in a gentle breeze.
The sun, red with the day’s journey,
Slowly sank into the water,
Melting with its twin.
The large sphere burned the clouds
Making them red, pink, than gray.
The sky behind her turned dark blue,
She laid her head back,
The sunset over.