
daylight fading
street lamps blink on
birds now silent
I delight in the night. Flickering streetlights are their own poems, no?
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daylight fading
street lamps blink on
birds now silent
I delight in the night. Flickering streetlights are their own poems, no?

dawn’s quiet ascent
gracefully over mountains
autumn morning chill

this fading sunlight
breeze stirring the fallen leaves
memories drift past

morning light peeks
through eastern peeks
shades of red moving
I hope you have a wonderful day.

filled with the fragrance of soil
hidden from sunlight
Found this mushroom on one of my walks last week. Edited the photo as well as created the design in Adobe Spark. Font: Lora.

wind across water
sails powering boats motion
graceful in sunlight
This poem is my contribution to today’s Word of the Day challenge.