Nightfall

Inky blue,creeping westwardacross the twilight sky.  Daylight’s last stand,but a thin bandalong the horizon.  Dotting the heavens,boundless possibilityrevealed in its wake.  Rooted to the ground,the dreamer waitsfor 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.