Red skies glowin the twilight’s gloaming;a sailor’s delight, they say.Through my windowI am trapped in the fire,beauty that leaves me transfixed.I cannot look away.Silent, breathless seconds tick past,until I gasp…
As children, we called them lightning bugs.We caught them in jars with holes poked in the top,where we watched in fascinationas they lit up the dark,until in they diedin our…
The twilight settles and the blue sky fades to gold, pink, and fiery orange. The beauty is both vibrant and peaceful; my thoughts wander on the warm breeze. As human…
