sunset chaser

  • Evening Without End

    The river holds the sun in quiet flame, where day and night in whispered colors blend. Clouds drift, shadows soften all the same, and time forgets the need to ever end… Continue reading

    Evening Without End
  • Hope in the Shallows

    The February thaw paints gold on reeds and amber shallows, where hope awakens softly beyond winter’s sorrows… Continue reading

    Hope in the Shallows
  • Winter’s Surrender

    She drifts through clouds in rolling silk, to tease the Old Man’s frozen heart; her sunset breath, like honeyed milk, tears his silvered world apart. Upon the lake, her pearly glow seduces ice to liquid fire; he clings to frost… Continue reading

    Winter’s Surrender
  • Echoes of Autumn Light

    I watch the drifts through frozen glass, and miss her light on autumn grass. In November’s gold, she used to glow, a cool, crisp breath before the snow. Now winter reigns in silent white, while I crave the ghost of… Continue reading

    Echoes of Autumn Light
  • Embers in the Cold

    Slipping low, she pours her fire into the cold, molten orange fading, rich and bold. Clouds catch embers, ash-soft, warm and slow, and winter keeps the secret of her glow… Continue reading

    Embers in the Cold
  • Where Winter Colors Fade

    She stands weathered against the cold, as amber clouds flare and fade, blending winter blue into soft purple shade… Continue reading

    Where Winter Colors Fade
  • Quiet Flame at Dusk

    She leans low, a quiet flame, peeking through trees turned dark and still; light slips between their shadowed frames, soft gold surrendering to evening’s will…. Continue reading

    Quiet Flame at Dusk
  • Road Leads

    The road runs west where daylight bends, gold lingers soft where evening ends… Continue reading

    Road Leads
  • Quiet Radiance

    Her fleeting glow, a memory dear, a quiet radiance lingers near… Continue reading

    Quiet Radiance
  • Crimson Grace

    She paints the sky in crimson hue, while evening breeze wanders through. The trees turn soft in shadowed grace, as lovers meet in their quiet place… Continue reading

    Crimson Grace
  • November’s Glow

    She leans softly against the fading horizon, stroking chilled air with a last warm whisper of autumn’s heart… When you live in Ohio, November typically doesn’t glow… it mostly just grumbles and throws cold rain at your face! 😂 But… Continue reading

    November’s Glow
  • Ghostly Silhouettes

    Her ghostly branches quake and creak, with secrets the night dares not speak… Happy Halloween! 👻🎃 Continue reading

    Ghostly Silhouettes