A poem

Yellow globe straight ahead
As I climbed into my car
Orange ball less defined
As I rounded the bay
Glitter thrown on the water
By the sun’s dying rays
Falling sun in such splendor
Moments of glory that fade
Published in The Lark
Yellow globe straight ahead
As I climbed into my car
Orange ball less defined
As I rounded the bay
Glitter thrown on the water
By the sun’s dying rays
Falling sun in such splendor
Moments of glory that fade
Published in The Lark