The day comes to an end with sunset’s final song. Orange against the darkening sky. Clouds give way to the tired sun. Power lines hum, magnetic fields resonate. Freight trains lumber past, present and future integrate. Shadows gather finding solace in this final meeting.
Sunset’s final song
Clouds breathe soft whispers farewell
Day’s end, orange blue
A Haibun and haiku – my most favourite writing form to journal my thoughts. Thank you dear readers, for your support and presence, our cafe lives and thrives because of you.
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