Itís a transition
When Sun is returning to moon
Leaving colors on its trail
And birds leave the sky
Returning to trees and branches
To chirp and chat and make some noise
After a dayís hard work of roaming in sky
And I sip my butterfly evening tea
With some black coffee
Before a short stroll
To get some fresh air
Into my lungs and
To walk on stones
To have a look at horizon
And get ideas shift from brain
To get them circulating
In my veins again.

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Written on 2024-02-24 at 10:08

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jim The PoetBay support member heart!
A sensual read, both poems. Senses heightened, consciousness piqued and aware. Winding down time of day, but coffee! This day is not done.

Full moon tonight.