the glow
just before the sunset,
the sparkle of the water
catches your eye
as we trapse
amongst fallen
burnt orange
pie-crusted dancers
who have retired
their colors to grace
our footsteps along
the mud-soaked earth–

you click your camera
in time with the breeze,
smiling wistfully as
you pose the perfect shot–

I walk with you
to forget the pain
and it magically fades away
along the breeze you
hum to lead our way–