
on the edge of sleep so tantalizingly close something wild takes flight
on the edge of sleep so tantalizingly close something wild takes flight
just below the clouds
the setting sun sings its song
even in the rain
sunset in rear view
the work week comes to an end
time for R-and-R
sometimes the story
isn’t written in the light
but etched in shadows
from where the sun sets
clouds pouring from horizon
breaking into puffs