a shenandoah sun sets

when i face the sun's setting face
while sitting up a mountain's side,
and watch as wispy clouds
blush and redden from the rays,
the furrows in my brow
dug deep by worries of past days
vanish like a field unploughed.

and as my back is cooled
by a deep forest breeze
cleansing down the mountain,
my sad, seared soul
is once again bathed,
refreshed, alive.

scented colors

eagerly awaited
like a birthday,

syrupsweet scent
recalled
and longed for
like a lost love,

fleeting as life,
precious as a
perfect pearl,

savored sensuously
with noses nuzzling
soft purple petals:
lilac time.