I’m a night owl by nature.
I’ve seen far more sunsets than sunrises over my lifetime. I never tire of preserving them in digital posterity.
Time is visual, tangible, as the Sun speeds toward the hungry horizon. My thoughts immersed, clinging to fading, golden light.
Disappointments are buried in this death of a day. I will rise in hope, tomorrow, with fresh light to see this path I’m traveling. Thankful, for the grace of a new day.
A new day to: love, learn, grow, dream…
flames ripple in
languid sun-kissed reflections
amid craving fauna.
illuminate liquid sunsets.
nature bows in praise,
of heaven and earth.
This was my first acrostic poem. Did you notice? If you guessed it, leave the answer in comments. Thanks.
How do Sunsets inspire you?