On the small front porch of the spavined house,

the weathered chair groaned in protest as he leaned forward.

Battered boots on weathered boards,

 gnarled hands on bony knees.

            Sightless and deadpan,

he stares beyond the barn into the open fields of memory.

The sun, exhausted after its long journey rested on the horizon.

shadows amidst the trees stretch their arms away from him.

And color shifted from vibrant to pastel

as evening dew settled on sun hot metal.

            And the light fades

As the light fades, memories vibrantly painted in a palette of sunshine

flushed with sweat-stained emotion frolic just beyond his reach.

Faces and feelings blurred by the distance of time no longer fevered emotion or

 Rippled with joy. 

As the day faded, memories marched away across time and experience,

Chasing the shadows among the trees

shared with no one. 

Until, as the light fades everything becomes grey.