Tuesday, February 16, 2010



Like a father's gentle touch,
The sunset slowly fades.
The striking colors disappear
In a sweet farewell to day.
A music box, the crickets come,
A shadowed symphony.
The moon shines like a lantern,
Keeping stars good company.
A breeze begins to gently blow,
Chilling the newfound night.
Creatures tuck their young to bed,
And await the morning light.

May 24, 2008

Formerly called "Twilight"- before I had even heard of the popular book/movie series- this is something I wrote at the end of my Freshman year in high school. 

1 comment:

  1. This is beautiful! You should write more!