Late Afternoon.
The sun sinks low: burning
gold cradled in a green web,
leaves reluctant to fall,
uncaring of the clock’s
impatient hand.
© sweetwater 2022
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The sun sinks low: burning
gold cradled in a green web,
leaves reluctant to fall,
uncaring of the clock’s
impatient hand.
(@jolen)Super work, sweetwater. Concise and colorful and oh, so crisp!
blessings,
jolen
(@sweetwater)Thank you so much Jolen, I just happened to look up from writing and saw this golden globe seemingly hanging in the middle of a bank of green, and wanted to capture the moment. X