"A painted sky at dusk"
The sun is slowly making it's way,
Across the horizon below.
Painting the sky a brilliant orange,
followed by vibrant pastel colors.
Soon hiding itself in the night.
Evening air is calm and still.
Another day has almost ended.
A Veil of mist is still slowly prevailing.
Stars are scantly leaving,
their dots across the sky.
As day winds down, all is quiet.
The moon set's high above the earth.
The birds are once again nesting.
Creatures are all bedded down.
Waiting for sun to rise, come morning.
Painting the sky once again.
Sandra Winright
January 26, 2016
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