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