Instead of being lazy and taking the bus home, I decided to enjoy the last few moments of today’s daylight and walk the half-hour trek home, heading towards the ever-elusive sunset before me.
As my legs automatically conveyed my body towards my apartment, I admired the sunset, thinking descriptive words in my mind to attempt to describe this magnificent natural event. Before I realized it, I had the start of a poem. Here it is, unedited:
The golden sky, dappled with pink-lined clouds
stretches before me, interrupted by dark silhouettes
of leafless trees, branches standing up
against the winter breeze.
The sun sinks lower towards slumber
until all that is left is a sea of gray.
Cassandra Sprague 