Evening Walk

Her heart was made of liquid sunsets. —Virginia Woolf

Just a jaunt around our neighborhood,

no need to rush, no push to get our heart 

rate up, so we amble around one corner 

and the next, pass the schoolyard where

we stop for one photo, the clouds 

accentuated by the sun now low in the sky, 

a few last rays before it sinks into the peach-

kissed horizon. You take my hand,

and we enjoy the evening bird chorus

on our mellow stroll home, and I hold

onto these moments, stilling myself

into the beauty of something so simple

as two souls content in God’s world.

—C.L. Fisher, April 2021

Unless otherwise indicated, all content, including writing and images, are the work of C.L. Fisher and may not be copied, used, or distributed without permission.

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