Day's Death

Almost shocking it was
and ever so sudden...

I turn to see the day die...
How could you miss it?

Oranges that were pink,
and blues that were purple.
Colors so vivid that it touches the fall leaves
and found them wanting...

Even the ground tries to steal
the pallet...

In worship I watch the day pass
into memory
into night
and into death...

Hoping that all of our passings
will burn the sky
and force the world to notice...