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