This is my entry for Sue Vincent of the Daily Echo’s #writephoto, Setting.
I have decided to try and write an Acrostic Etheree.
Setting Sun.
Sun
Ebbing.
The sands of
Time teetering,
In seconds, minutes
Nothing left for it to
Give, save golden memories
Sun set time for recovering
Upon the distant hill she perches
Now night approaches it’s dark arms outstretched.