Sunset

Golden Twilight

sinks into the final gasp,

a flame too bright for any sight,

fades not in thunder, but a rasp.

Ink etches yet into the sketch

no more the streets,

long shadows stretch,

fading color, sinking beats.

* My latest contribution to the wonderful One Shot Poetry Wednesdays! Once you’ve had a look, check out some of the other One Shot Poets as well– they’re a skilled bunch of poets, looking to form a community and support one another.  Enjoy!