with dashes of lavender
orange zest and golden rod
the sun beams as it makes
its final debut for the day
the sky lightly darkens
and I can't decide
if the light is easy
on my eyes
or if I'm squinting
because of it
a cool breeze
tickles my face
placing my hair
behind my ears
I am relieved the tradewinds
have returned
our walk ensues
summer at dusk
unwinding as you
gently nudge her stroller
while I cool down my pace
"slow down," you say
so I take a deep breath
slowing exhaling
a reminder to take it
all in
what did I do
in my past life
to deserve such
beauty
summer at dusk.
