For about one minute,
tonight's sunset swam in the colors of winter.
Gone were summer's bold hues,
replaced only by chilly pastels.
Pinks the shade of your quickened cheek
draped sky like sleepy lashes.
I swear I saw snow reflected in cloud,
and the icy blue I sometimes see in your eye.
Mostly I witnessed motion, slow,
yet steadily speaking the words,
"Time moves for you."
