I pause and let the tiredness overcome me
crouching to the ground I peer up to the
flaming skies of sunset and watch as he
whispers golden amber through the leaves
a soft breeze dispersing the beauty delicately
onto my pale skin. Above the skies are white and
hint at the vulnerably of a rich blue and too shy to shine sky.
And there nestled behind the small white tufts is a glorious moon
fading into the soft hues, in her fullest form
shining still among the cloud filled skies
of flaming glory. And then she is gone, hidden from sight.
Karen Hayward ©2016