Sunday, April 28, 2019

Turn East


As earth spins from day to night
the western sky flares alight.
A funeral pyre for each day past,
for moments lived, but time won’t last.
Turn east into the coming night
where hills reflect the rosy light.
Tomorrow’s promise lies in the black,
and yesterday will not be back.

© 2019 Maria Amodei

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