The Writetober Project

In the autumn, at 5:30, and it’s pitch dark

4:30, and we see a spark of daylight

3:30, and it’s golden hour

City lights turn on and it’s time to go home

Party’s over, can’t stay out to roam

In the winter, 4:30, and it's all blue

3:30, and it's golden gone

2:30, and it's golden hour

Hues of leaves on the ground

Race the sun before nightfall

Early sunsets give me the blues.

No more kids playing ball on their front lawns,

They’ve all gone inside, like the sun.

written by Zoe