Nightfall

Inky blue,
creeping westward
across the twilight sky. 

Daylight’s last stand,
but a thin band
along the horizon. 

Dotting the heavens,
boundless possibility
revealed in its wake. 

Rooted to the ground,
the dreamer waits
for gravity to relent. 

Written for Week #236 of Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt. (Word: Blue, Count: 38)
Photo: East Grarafraxa, ON (1997) / Minolta 800si,
Copyright 1997/2021 Greg Glazebrook, All Rights Reserved.

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