the evenings
are soft and warm,
we sit on front porches
watching the horizon turn
from blue to orange,
rose to grey,
fading to darkness,
we watch the moon
cross the sky
before we reluctantly
go inside, chilled to
the bone.
are soft and warm,
we sit on front porches
watching the horizon turn
from blue to orange,
rose to grey,
fading to darkness,
we watch the moon
cross the sky
before we reluctantly
go inside, chilled to
the bone.
.
(Shocking..the picture is actually mine.)
1 comment:
Nice pic!
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