An October Sunset
It's almost evening:
flaming are the scarlet clouds
over the lighthouse.
It's not a new storm
gathering speed with high wind:
the boats aren't anchored.
When this splendor
meets early shadows: one can
see sky and sea gleam.
Copyright ( c ) 2015 by Andrew Crisci
Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2015
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