Poetry Weaver

Sunset

mountains under red skies

Brilliant orange Rays
painting the clouds
in pinks and reds
Celebrating day’s end
Slipping softly
beyond the horizon
as my days slide
unceremoniously away.
O to be like the sunset…
Painting my exit
in pinks and reds
Announcing my departure
after having shed some light.

©Cassandra Crews

Skills

Posted on

June 11, 2021

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