Poetry: Winter Sunset

Winter Sunset
sun setting at three pm
getting ready for bed
shade drawn on 
the west window
conversation bouncing
off hard wood
spoons clink in
bowls of white
does the sun 
hear my pen 
scrape across the page
can the woman
with red hair 
hear the bubbles 
sparkle in my cup
It is implied

Poetry: Sunset

Before the sun sets
On this tired old trunk
I hope to of lived
A life full of Sunshine
Friends, family
Laughter, joy
Hope discovered
Mysteries solved
How wonderful that time will be
When it is Time I think on
But only if Living was
What was done
The most beautiful Sunset viewed
Is one by eyes that have Cried
Fulfillments, contracts concluded
A slow fade to black…