Before the sun sets
I stare at the sky
Watching its final burn
The darkness taking it’s place
The cold can be felt on my breath
This night is different
No stars in the sky
No moon to shine
Can’t hear the birds
They have stopped talking
The wind has died down
I will go inside
Knowing the sun will rise again
Just have to wait out the night
Day #330 SJD © 2020 Segundo Juan Devora. All Rights Reserved.
