Clouds Catching Fire

Dark billows on the horizon,
rain’s sure to come.
Setting sunbeams slipping
through clouds set afire,
edges flaming red and rose.
then golden glow on purple pillows.

All around me daytime life
fluff their feathers, smooth their fur,
settle in for a night’s journey.
Evening creatures sound the arrival
of deams made real.
They flutter, slide, slither,
hoot, chirp, or pass silently by.
The floresta awakens from
its daytime slumber.
I sink into dreams
or perhaps leave day
fantasies for what now has
become reality for me.

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