Crank, turn,
The gears move
As I will them to stop
They go faster
Crank, turn,
The hum echoes
As I wish they would silence
They scream louder
Crank, turn,
The gears move
As I give in and stand
They sigh relieved
Crank, turn,
The hum lessens
As I am awake
They don’t leave though
Golden hour, the earth bathes itself in oranges and golds.
It is if fall has come over this land and every moment should be coupled with a warm sweater and a cup of cider.
Beautiful. I feel home in this hour.
That beautiful hour before the sun slinks behind the mountains and the sky lights ablaze in orange, pinks, and reds.
Through the Eyes of a Runner 
Beautiful, my dear! Get some sleep!
At least you get to see a little bit of what might look like fall, but is really spring!
Very creative. Love the photos too, especially the sunset!
Such beautiful pics of a glimpse of God’s ingenuity. I enjoyed your poem. Much can be done in that golden hour!
Beautiful! You really did a great job! ❤