The phone rings while preparing food,
Glancing up, it looks like an uneventful sunset.
but in a few short minutes
the sky is now graced with clouds as light as fine lace;
clouds blushed like peaches just blanched and peeled
Talking on the phone
held by my ear to shoulder,
a few clicks of the shutter, capturing the fleeting light,
infusing the close of the day
with the final warmth of the sun
greeting the world down under.