At the end of every day the sun dipped itself into the western ocean. It put its toes in first, as if to test the waters. Then, finding the water suitable, slowly it began to submerge the rest of its body. Knees to thighs to hips to belly to shoulders, cooling itself off from the day. Finally, with a contented sigh knowing its work was done, it dipped its head under and extinguished its radiance....

I look out at the horizon the sun hanging low and sinking ever deeper glowing a hot flaming color turning the clouds the color of molten lava while there are some streaks of pink and purple that bleed into each other too the sight is prettier than a rainbow the fireball that is the sun sinks ever lower until it disappears from view completely and then the sky grows ever darker turning from lava to...

I watched as the sun fell beyond the horizon. The color hugging the sun that caused this gorgeous spectacle, was a bright color that resembled the shade of a rain coat. This color blended so perfectly with the next that reminded me of a maple leaf as it fluttered to the ground in the middle of autumn.As the color spread across the sky it darkened to a shade that resembled a rose or even a bold lip...

The soft sand hugs my sides as I listen to the waves and watch the colors of the sky change around me. As if exhausted from a full days work, the sun travels down, retreating from the ever darkening sky. Flames begin to build in its place, burning a trail across the horizon. I watch as the flames continue to grow bolder and brighter, a beautiful display of warmth and hope. Sadly, the beauty can on...

Shall I compare thee to a honeycrisp?

A sweetness cross the sky

In summer rain I taste again

the fragrance you provide

Or shall I call you nectarine?

A softness to the touch

The autumn wakes and my eyes taste

a multicolored blush

The earthbound fruit considers you

In every hue you peekaboo

When you hide behind the clouds

I respect your silhouette

Yet my sweet tooth aches

to taste

sunset...

Switching to infrared vision, I scanned the kitchen the living room the dining area the front door. I turned back to the kitchen. Our home sleeps wrapped in velvet. The kitchen table ripples with laughter under my fingers. All is darkness. Only the window over the sink glows as the sun lines of heat and radiation piercing the fleshy violet. The transport is circling the stratosphere. My shuttle aw...

Selander stumbled twice before finding his feet, slack-jawed and staring. Light bled across the horizon, colours burning his eyes. The sky was alight, streaks of clouds cutting through the blaze.

Selander shook his head. No. Not fire. Something better. Something safer. Something like a promise whispered by candlelight - one day, Oswin, we'll see the sun - like hope caught and caged and finally s...

The sky was on fire - but it was not the kind of fire that consumes and destroys, but the kind that shares warmth and light. Different streaks spread out across the sky like the wings of many tropical birds dancing through the clouds, and a single bright eye slowly lowered to touch the horizon....

The sky was painted with the colors of my backyard. Of the deep rust lining the chains of my swing set. The tangerine tones of my childhood curtain and the fresh pressed juice in the shelves of my fridge. The lemon tinge of the spattering mismatching leaves of the park down the street. Together they created a cacophony of warmth painted above me, watercolor streaks pulled across the canvas of my u...

On the backs of flamingos

Flocked to the horizons,

Florida fruit fallen from groves

Piling up in droves and droves.

Scoot over! To make room for lemons.

The air is sweet and full of changes,

Flamingos with their salmon-heavy bellies

Watch with lazy envy

As hasty charcoal M’s pass by.

Meanwhile, the citrus in all its zest

Chitters, chuckles, chatters,

Anticipating more to come.

The sky in its ...