Week 7 – August In July

August In July

It is my favorite part of the summer. 

The air gets chilly at night, 

Like fall is reaching out the window and blowing kisses onto my cheeks.


I watch the sun set over Classon Avenue.

The street is quiet as Sunday mornings, 

The moon shines on my back as the sun sinks beneath the skyline.


It gives me my life, it gives me my words. 

For the first time in a long time, I find myself writing. 


Day 9 – Spring Forward

Spring Forward

I wish I could write this sunset.

It is the first warm day in a long time of rain,

The spring is coming and days are longer,

Somehow the layer of clouds over the sky is fading.

I see the soft orange against the skyline,

My window one of millions.

Tonight, in the spring chill, it is enough.