Last poem for my (self imposed) poetry challenge. Poem #30. Prompt: Astonish…. You would think I could find a way to use it, but did not. *oh well*
The house quiets, I take one last Look Out of the Window. I pause. Golden light Explodes and Burns From behind Mountains. A fiery kind of orange. Trees stand dark, Feathery branches Silhouetted by the setting Sun. Black mountains, gray. My hand stills, Hesitates, and then Reluctantly Closes the Blind.