Red skies bring delight or warning
So the old sailor’s ditty says,
But to we land lubbers, what portents wait
In the crimson and vermillion hues
Of a majestically painted sky?
Does the heart warm at the prospect
Of love on the horizon, or bleed
From love’s wounds? Perhaps, just,
Perhaps, the long path
The light takes to our eyes in the evening
Is just a hint of all the beauty we
And of the light that connects us all
From coast to coast,
Person to person,
Life to life.