Sunset skies, a dash of drama,
Splashing a palatte of water colours on the horizon.
An early Spring evening turns palpable
As twilight streams out through the clouds.
Eucalyptus trees swing in the wind.
A flock of cranes follow an airplane.
I watch a bus snaking its way in the valley below.
My zen is broken by the husband
Walking in from his game of cricket,
Brandishing a moulted snake skin
That he found when fetching a ball in the field.
Startled and disgusted, I recoil out of fear.
But an inner voice reminded me that
I also need to shed some old skin
To experience the new life that awaits me.