Falling down takes time;  Layers unfurled through gravity,  The world warped Through a collapsing beauty,  A parallel to autumn And her bright expanse  Of orange decay. A sunset in late September,  Evenings ushered in On the tail-end of a  Dying summer breeze.  The light from the Sun  Filtered through tepid air, Flickering against amorphous nimbus  … Continue reading I think I need a Sunrise, I’m tired of Sunsets.