Sitting Out as the Sun Goes Down

After returning from a run

And showering off the sweat,

I take a folding chair outside

Upon the deck and let

Myself recline beneath the angled sun.

Preoccupied by data shining

From the computer upon my lap,

I do a little work, defining

Trends before my sightlines snap

And look around.

The orange sphere’s descended.

A stillness settles on the ground,

The sky has purpled and extended

To meet the full moon’s pale and yellow light,

And I return inside, refreshed

By the magical turning of day to night.

There's not much explanation needed for this one. What's described in this poem simply happened last night, and I felt inspired to write. This poem may be a bit freer with rhythm than what I typically write...possibly because I wrote it so quickly.