Final Glow
A poem about glorious endings
The day ends in glory
and splendor,
a blaze of color
until it fades.
Fire flames high
in a burst of passion
before it dies.
Maples flame gold
and crimson
before leaves wither
and drift downward.
The day ends in glory
and splendor,
a blaze of color
until it fades.
Fire flames high
in a burst of passion
before it dies.
Maples flame gold
and crimson
before leaves wither
and drift downward.
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Welcome to Lit Up -The Land of Little Tales. Here you can read and submit short stories, flash fiction, poetry - in brief, your own legend. We're starting little. But that's how all big stories begin.
Canadian-Mexican linguist and translator, Margie loves to write about cross-cultural living, faith, family, aging gracefully… and more!