The evening sky
is slate gray
Is it sad
or is it angry?
...
Embers of dying fire glow
Red and bright for a moment
The warmth touches its fingers for a while
And then slips into the darkness
...
The bright afternoon fades into a hazy dusk
like the flame fading into a flicker
only the last leaves of an old tree
flutter unsteadily in the evening breeze.
...