Sunset over the Palisades

Sitting on my porch,
In my rocking chair,
A glass of wine in my hand
A cool westerly breeze
In my hair
And the hanging ribbons
of a Willow Tree
Shading my eyes.

Overlooking the Hudson River, a
Huge orange ball slowly
Disappears behind the majestic
Palisades.

Walls of slate and sediment,
Chiseled, carved by slabs of ice
That centuries ago
sculpted out a swath,
A huge Path; the
Hudson valley.

Watching the lazy current
Meander, white sails
Bob and sway, as
They are carried along.

The river reflects the
Tinted red rich texture of
The shear striated walls
Of the palisades.

The sky is a palette of
Colors.
The Sun's arms,
Tendrils of light and hue,
Reach out across the sky.

I’m Looking into
The face of God.

Feeling the awe, the wonder,
And asking the age old
Questions about life,
Our place in the universe,
And the grand scheme.

I am still, serene, tranquil.
A sense of peace, wholeness
Has taken hold of me.
I am one with the river,
The Palisades, the Beautiful
Orange ball now disappeared
Leaving it’s afterglow in the Sky,
And in my soul.