
Blushing lusciously,
stepping back from admirers,
summer sun settles.

Blushing lusciously,
stepping back from admirers,
summer sun settles.

In the light of night,
grey clouds gather to decrypt
daylight saving time.

Skies are magnetic:
attracting scores of grey clouds;
storm-chasing humans.

The post-sunset blues
a still night in town
not even a breeze

Sunset’s all a blur,
the heavens are falling through:
sharp turns on a plane.