Dusk

A poem

Photo by Kristijan Arsov on Unsplash

Dusk at another airport
One can see the heat hanging
A yellow orb is low in the sky
Slowly turning to egg yolk
And then mango
Sinking slowly as a goodbye
Turning the color of oranges
Finally some red markings
As that sun drops away
Minutes pass, the clouds celebrate
With pink, pale red, apricot, and aqua

Published in The Lark

Tiny Feet

A poem

Photo by Juan Manuel Sanchez on Unsplash

When you were born
I held your tiny feet
Such narrow heels
And long toes
Your long fingers
Your bee sting lips
Your birth blue eyes
Now softly green