It is arranged in a sophistical way; yet, it all seems so unsophisticated. The ephemeral day has ended; yet, it has all but ended. The rays hit my forehead creating a humid atmosphere. I watch as the sun ascends to the highest point it will ever reach this year. Then, I smile. It is truly a sight. This sunrise, spewing out its flames and basking in its glory, will be a sight I will be waiting to see again. Now, only the sunset to go.
in its own sense, a sunset,
Written for Heeding Haiku With Chèvrefeuille.