Sunset From My Porch

The sky is rose-tinted gold

Sliding into blue

Fading into gray.

Night creeps up,

Following the painted sky.

 

The air is autumn apples,

Crisp and sweet.

Overhead, birds trace a moving V

As they chase their eternal summer.

Winter creeps up,

Following the painted trees.

 

I know bird people,

Forever flying,

Chasing summer.

 

I know bear people.

Stocked up and hunkered down.

Ready to retreat and wait out the long night of winter.

 

I’ve been both.

 

This time,

This night,

This Winter,

I’m here.

 

I’m moving through it,

Part of it.

Ready to dance in the dark

And walk through the winter.

 

I know.

 

The sun’s coming back.

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