Poetry, Writing, Written Early sun 20/04/2013 Thom Willis Leave a comment Dusk Cools into evening Skin still red From stolen sun, Cheated out of the sky, Shivers at the open window Reaches for heat To shudder the cold From the bones of the house. Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pocket (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Related Tweet