poetry, prose, and photography
below the sunset
and the glorious red sky
soon the songbirds sleep
Moving through my neighborhood, a suburb of Seattle, as the sun does as it must. Gravity’s handiwork across this sky. Rain started to fall as I neared home.
the evening moving
sunlight crawling down the clouds
a long solstice night
There’s so much despair
We can fail to see beauty
The colors of dawn
These adobe walls
With vibrant reds and deep browns
Feeling the desert
Flowing over mountain tops
White peaks reddening, slowly.
Colors’ vibrancy lightens
Each passing second
Until all hues fade to
Blue sky and perfect
White snow
Carl Setzer: Word Shaper 