Sunset.

The awe and splendor of the autumn leaves

shows no less spirit than the cutting of light through the woods.

As a sliver of light glides through the gap between day and night and pauses;

this quality of light creates relaxation; an ebb and flow of breath.
Just moments before the graininess of darkness
?  A moment of reflection, of gratitude, of life.

Sunrise

I wish to count how many dreams have been set by people who bound hope 

with the sun rising up over the distant horizon?

And my soul, no less, raises the sun this morning

on a standard of hope and desire.