A quilled evening

Summer clouds gather and gossip

Sordid secrets of a sultry sea.

Wanton wind wanders mad

in search of sweet petrichor.

Golden trees gasp in eternal pain.

Mute Atlases holding up the primal silence.

Dulcet evening smears her golden glow

on every stranger's beautiful face.

Sultry sweat trickles down

flirting with the breeze and skin.

Dusty roads raise dusky sighs

fading into empty footsteps.

All of this stays painted still

in the ripples of my quill.