End of Day

The sun sinks behind the hills.

By the pond I take pictures

Of clouds shining like gold.

I watch them slowly fade orange,

Then red, then violet

As the sky gives way to

Ever deepening shades of blue.

Swallows dart, swooping and looping.

On the water glides a wood duck with her brood.

The pond would be placid but for the turtles

That poke their noses up like a snorkel,

While their true size is concealed

By the water's mirror surface reflecting the fading sky.

The sun's light is almost gone now

And the day's troubles with it.

So I pause here in the idling company truck

Letting the music on the radio soothe me.