Sunset; Colleen Briggs (c) 2014

mountains ramble into mesas,
stepping down to plains,
kinked succulents, anchored,
release the blinding light of day,
reach for pooling pink and orange
settle into quiet sleepy soil
while the sky begins to dance

here, our silvery trail of tears,
lament for heavy feet,
mooring us to earth

there, their finished race –
flames the sky, intensifies,
as if joy burns through
to the other side

here, her body laid to rest
there, the angels can’t stop singing

in honor of the Stepp and Benthem family
Colleen Briggs 2014