York Days

The tree blows in the wind like a soft cotton sheet hanging from the line.

The sun is setting producing a sky like never before,

blues and pinks as if it's a sea of cotton candy.

The chair rocks on my old creaky porch as the wind swirls off the ocean creating

a light calming breeze that soothes my soul.

Another day over but a

new beginning to come,

the sun will rise again.

The days are long but go by fast creating memories that will never fade as the sun does.

-Abigail Koch