Daily poem 42: Sun sleeps

 

We cannot see beyond the trees

 

that march along the horizon’s rim

sentinels

 

sun slips weary in the west

trailing golden clouds

and a train of stars.

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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

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