There’s vague disquiet in the heavens.
Dark clouds gather in disgust
“Why is the Sun bidding farewell?”
they forget every night that it must.
They have no way of recalling,
the Sun will triumphantly rise
greeting each day with promise,
As for us, ‘tis expected, no surprise.
Penn©️2025
Couldn’t resist adding a poem about rumbling in the heavens, to this fantastic capture of Phil’s, ….Have a great Friday, …✨
The sunset sky, emblazoned
Its beams highlight the land.
Accentuated beauty,
the majesty of Nature’s hand.
A promise of tomorrow
as a gift for all to see,
within this World of trouble,
lives hope,
how can it not be?
Penn©️2025
There’s a hypnotic effect to natures sharing her G’night to the world, …so much outstanding beauty, you feel you can’t quite describe it well enough to give the experience its due reverence. …as if you come up short, …I feel she’s compelling me to try, …go on, she’s saying,…give it your best shot…💫
Wispy scarlet clouds of flame,
below azure sky reflects the same
astounding beauty for eyes to admire,
an evening vista
of heaven afire.
Penn©️2025
PENPUSHER 4 - Thoughts, Words, Deeds, … 