Going Home

I wish the setting sun waits for me awhile, it’s not time yet to go down with the day. The sky is not yet suffused with all the color pile, the wafting lattice of wispy clouds longs to sway. It’s not time yet to go down with the day, for the crimson sun hanging on horizon’s glimmer. The wafting lattice of wispy clouds longs to sway the sun’s last warm rays of golden shimmer. For the crimson sun hanging on horizon’s glimmer the flowers haven’t finished floating the fragrance. The sun’s last warm rays of golden shimmer, the tinsels of radiance are still drizzling in a trance. The flowers haven’t finished floating the fragrance in the gleaming ambiance under twilight sky dome. The tinsels of radiance are still drizzling in a trance at the end of the path where I’ll be going home. In the gleaming ambiance under twilight sky dome the sky is not yet suffused with all the color pile. At the end of the path where I’ll be going home, I wish the setting sun waits for me awhile. December 4, 2020 Contest : Pen A Pantoum Sponsor : D.W. Rodgers