01

 Sunset

the dawn of it all,

the sky blushed pink —

soft, shy,

like it wasn’t sure how to begin.

the next evening,

it burned red —

wild and aching,

like it had something to let go of.

and the last,

it turned violet-blue —

quiet,

beautiful,

like it finally found peace

in being itself.

i watched,

and maybe i did too.