DAWN OF SUNSET
My son
Pronounced perspicacity
Seven years of delightful observations
“Dad, it’s the dawn of sunset”
His admiration
God’s sublime September days ending
Indian summer escapades
Balmy dalliance
Season of sprouting tranquility
Unblemished ascertainment
I marvel at creation
Through his malleable eyes
Flowing boon
Legacy of love gone astray
Captivates my thankful heart
Esteemed numen of fatherhood
Beloved kismet
Perennial pinnacle
For this weary wayward serf
© Bill Grimes Jr. 2005
