Brown Sunset
Brown sunset,
casting long shadows over the green garden.
Rich leave nod gently in the perfect breeze.
The best days are like these.
The sticky glass,
half empty sits on the white table.
Crushed grass shivers.
A discarded sandal lies asleep.
Something for the night to keep.
Nobody is here,
the humans are away.
Laughing, or doing nothing at the end of the day.
Pink clouds fly by
in the beams of decay.
The sun says goodbye
with an orange ray.