Striated sky of orange, pink, and gold,
Scorching sun sinking in westward window.
As another day closes, I wonder,
Are these our last in this place?
Friendly interview chatter this morning
Belly laughs from the East coast invading my living room.
Is this the job to take us away?
From house, from home,
From friends, from the familiar?
Fear wraps its fingers around my heart.
I stand immobile at the thought of moving.
The sun descends and darkness deepens.
I despair to begin again.
Moonshine reminds me of the silver opportunities
More space, better schools, a quieted conscience.
The sun will rise and we shall see.
Author’s Note: It has been a long time since I’ve written a poem. It is likely not yet in final form. Constructive feedback is welcomed and appreciated. Thanks.
Rings Inside a Tree 
I love the opening, it’s very colourful! A really well thought out poem, keep it up!
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Thanks! I appreciate your taking the time to read and comment.
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I’m not a poet but I can say I really like your poem. The only thing I would suggest to improve the post is to add a picture at the top. Probably one of the striated sky or setting sun. Wikimedia is a good source of free pictures.
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Thanks for the suggestion. I am horrible about doing anything visual. I realize that’s an area to improve. I didn’t know of Wikimedia. Thanks for the tip.
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