Daydream

Silently soaring
The caresses of the wind
sweeping though my mind.

Twilight

The last light of day
Paints the leafless canopy
With an auburn glow.

Twist

The sun has risen
and shone its warmth on my face
for the final time.

Sunset

Crimson clouds hang low.
The day’s embers glow softly,
Burning down to dusk.