Mol

A breath of fresh air

A sleepy evening.

The fire roars,

consuming the cold and the coal.

 

We sit,

sleepy,

from the heat.

 

The sky turns,

gold to pink to fire,

that consumes the sun.

 

The dog,

twitching a lazy paw,

dreams of rabbits and hares.

 

And through a single,

solitary crack,

drifts,

 

a breath of fresh air.

 

 

Comments3

  • Maxine Smith

    A fine write.

    • Mol

      Thanks

    • onepauly

      has meaning and easy to read. I really LIKED IT.

      • Mol

        Thank you very much

      • onepauly

        keep writing good stuff like this. you never know.

        • Mol

          Thank you!



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