Step

The golden sunset shines a warmth onto

crimson foliage imbued in tapestry of hues.

As pedestrians basks in its glory,

I notice tips of the leaves turning into burn marks,

and the glorious sun into last candle wick.

I paused, wondering if I should linger

soaking my soul in its comfort.

But the sun must rise after dark.

Let there be strength and wisdom

in my steps into the dark.

11.14.2025