Last Light

The last light of this day

illuminates the tips of maple branches

in the east,

a reflection of sunset.

My mother used to say,

standing on her central Mexico

rooftop,

that it is important

to watch the sunset

in all 360 degrees.

For it is not only the setting sun

that casts its beauty.

Sometimes,

she said,

it is the reflection of beauty

that shines most bright.

This maple,

gathering the final rays

of red,

of gold,

with an inner light

shares a silent secret

with those who notice.

I sit, silent with it.

Together

we pay homage

to the turning

of the day.