Sundown

Sundown

When sunset comes round,

the natural light turns itself down.

Bids us a colorful goodnight.

Glows like a dying ember

then is extinguished by

the limitations of our vision.

Links

Sandra Moran Book Club-Aug. 12-Janet Mock

Poetic Asides

Academy of American Poets Poem-A-Day

Author Page

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