My Sun Dips Low

My Sun Dips Low

A Poem by Chops

My sun has moved well past overhead.
Indeed, it may be close to dipping into the horizon.
Sometimes the sun sets quickly.
Sometimes the orange ball seems to hang interminably
Just before its parting.
But whenever my sun sets
The air will quickly chill in twilight.
Darkness will envelope
And I will be still and done.

© 2023 Chops


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Added on March 3, 2023
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