Autumn evenings
the temperature drops
from warm to put-on-your-jacket
perfect for watching the sky
for sitting outside
around a little fire
as the fire in the sky dims
Roast some marshmallows
over the firepit
remember the day
whose light has faded
and will never come again
and the sparks fly into the black
becoming invisible
The daylight hours are gone
never to be touched again
memory only imperfectly
preserves it
and like the colored clouds
the taste of sweet char and sight of glowing embers
slips away into the night
2 comments:
Sparks like fireflies climbing to the stars.
I am going to try to "paint" that sky in Photoshop.
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