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.
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bethlovesblue 
I know exactly how you feel about closing the blind, I always want to see the last shades of colour disappear, and even then I still want to keep watching…
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Starry nights do that to me too…. I want to go stand outside, no matter the weather and star gaze. My husband has *zero* patience for that. LOL!!
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ha ha ha, my husband cringes whenever the Northern Lights start at our cabin, he humours me for about 3 minutes then goes back to bed or back to the fire pit.
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I am astonished at the beauty of your poem. You did well.
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That is very nice! Thanks.
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i think this is full of astonishment.
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