Treasure To Behold Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Sunset landing on the horizon, bright red and orange,
at the level where I can still see it, beautiful and
exorbitant, a treasure to behold.

Only temporary, unless you take a picture to make it
last longer, darkness continuing to fall gradually,
silently, accosting earth with starlight and rays of
the moon.

Interior depths of this soul open to the spirituality
of each moment, as it steps into my mind quietly, not
wanting to awaken any thoughts of daylight that have
already gone to bed and are asleep.