The Day’s Last Blush

Who am I, to be worthy enough to view a stunning sunset, stretched across miles of desolate winter landscape.

How could I be worthy enough to see golden beams entwined in burning clouds, to see geese silhouetted against the backdrop of blushing wisps of clouds.

The beauty setting my soul aflame, leaving me breathless with amazement.

Amazed that I; I am worthy to behold the work of the Master Artist.

And when the sun is gone, and the chill has come; the memory stays, bringing me peace in dark times,

Giving me the hope of light in the helpless midnights.

LP 2018

I have noticed I am horrible at posting regularly, but I am a very busy person.

Eat, sleep, teach, repeat.

I hope you all have a lovely week.