The Sky is on Fire
As I glanced at the window, the blinds glowed of red
I knew I must hurry, before the colors have fled
I grabbed for my coat, but not a thing on my feet
Just me and my lenses running quick down the street
The sky has caught fire
The clouds are ablaze
That moment was captured
Before it vanished to haze
After the fire burned out, I scurried quickly to warmth
I'm making the most of the bitter cold north.
