As the Day Folds Up

Crows fly down
an eggshell-blue sky,
and a couple clouds burn golden
with the last of the day’s sun.

My day is also wrapping up,
I’m glad for what I got done.
Soon I’ll brew a cup
of tea and page through
a couple new library books.

(December 12, 2025)

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