World AIDS Day

  Sunset on the Sangre de Cristo Mountains
  for Judd Polivka 1940-1992

In afternoon, sun
becomes more precious, spare
near evening, as it falls
toward that spot, there

on the mountain. That far
spot, where trees thin
and shale shows through. 

You can see the shape
of the world there
at the curving edge
of sky. 

In the last moment
sagebrush burns
red. Then

stars. Pale
and countless
as dust

       as ashes.

 

World AIDS Campaign

Comments

[pohanginapete]

Yet another beautiful poem, Sharon. The landscape, although different from those I'm most familiar with, fits closely with the sorts of places where I feel very much at home. The third stanza has particularly strong connotations for me. Then, the rest of the poem seems so strongly to be a life lived intensely; a life to be loved, not regretted.

[kitty]

Beautiful. I can see it.

[SB]

Thank you both.

I think Judd would have liked this poem.