Spare, Time

Bright and cold, the day exposed pale blue sky veined by bare oak limbs. Dusk brought fresh clouds and a line of red light that hovered over the valley, slowly fading. The half moon was hazy for a while, then no more than a bright spot amid the rumpling darkness the sky became. Any belated meteors will be hidden tonight. There could be rain again. I might go for a short walk just to hear my footsteps scrape the pavement. I'll have no shadow, but the faint echo will keep me company.

( Sunday Verse )