The gold has descended.
It covers our world.
It drenches my skin.
The orange floats down
to touch your sweet face,
and your sweet face,
and to fill the ground.
Orange and peach flecks
floating around.
Breathe-in the evening orange and gold.
Play as the earth drinks
Golden light, to bring in the night.
💌This was about sunsets I spent with my two dogs. They're ghosts now. Possibly appearing as orange /peach dots of sunlight.