Twilight Traffic

Traffic slows

Its lulled rush flows through

Dusk’s mulled yellows

Hellos and farewell

Rise and fall like the swell of the sea

As it meets the sky

Summer is a sigh

Exhaled where colors

Of daylight die

© Janet Martin

Back from a week at the cottage:)

Every night this beach is lined with people waiting to see the sky-show!
Nobody on earth can draw an audience like God in Heaven!