While the Burning West..

Burned

Photo by Yevhenii Aihubov

the morning glow of amber red                                                                                               in your eyes                                                                                                                            from smoke-filled skies                                                                                                          and last goodbyes

I wrote this end of summer 23’, while the burning west burned. Every year when my show season ends, the skies are filled with fire. That morning included my heart.

Writing exercise:

Write a four-line story of a last goodbye. Don’t forget to include your heart.