Halfway To Home

The orange dusk sun settles
Snug against dark treeline,
Tainting treetops pale pink.

Our truck's shadow moving
Along trunks and branches,
Fades as the fire-sphere sinks.

Ahead, purple sky spans
Above cold, dark ditches,
And a snow-dusted road

Leading to familiar
people, know-by-heart towns,
and a comfortable abode.

We're nearly halfway home.


This is what I consider to be one of my first formal poems. It's something I scribbled down on paper while riding in Calvin's truck on our way home a few weeks ago. I looked outside the window and noticed that the evening sun had turned a deep orange and was beginning to set. This changed the color of the woods along the road we were driving on, creating a very lovely sight. I sat wishing I had a camera with so that I could capture it, and then it dawned on me that I could write it down on paper. So here it is for you to enjoy.