Sunset Tide

At eventide, sunset -

color spill of hues,

too soon hides behind

mountain in my view.

Yet soft streaks reach out,

mingle with misty blue fog.

Glint of gold on snowy peaks

changes to crimson as Sol

weaves his magic.

Here in the desert, the tide

comes in at sunset, then drifts

to seclusion, reflects outward,

ebbs into darkness.