Stand and See

Three minutes.

That’s all the time there is
For light like this.

Sunset rays

Filtering diagonally
Through cloud layers
And dense atmosphere
Light early springs’
Unplowed fields
With gold
Poured molten
From the surface of the sun.

Fence lines

Wrapping acres of dormant land
Gleam pristine
Against those astonishing rays.

Rusted tin roofs

And deep amber barn wood

Fire the edges of land

Before the tree line.

Three minutes.

Even now the light fades.

Quick.
Do not blink
Neither breathe.

Stand still.

Engrave this
Forever
In memory.

Moments like this

Rarely come
And you must
Stand and see.

Three minutes.

That’s all you have.