skip to main |
skip to sidebar
The clouds among a setting sun;
catch the end of daylight's run.
A full moon lingering over the rooftop,
the hotel sign competes in a photo shot.
Front and center, fallen tree on its side;
somehow seems held by those yet alive.
In the tree's shadow, remains a whisper,
wood side and scenic, standing fixture.
A flap, a jump, with wings aloft;
no runway needed, just take off!