Falling Night

Falling Night

McKenzie Mitchell

Dusk,
An orchard in the sky,
Of clementines,
grapes,
plums,
peaches,
fruits abounding,

Families,
mothers,
fathers,
little brothers,
babies,
All stir
In the direction of
Laying down,
Sleep,
Rest,

Every family,
picks fruit from the orchard,
One by one,
until there’s
Nothing
but a blueberry
canvas,
with stars filling it in

All heads
Hit pillows
Blankets
Fold over shoulders
Eyes close to
loved ones,
stuffed creatures,
and favorite toys

They all
give in
to the steady
Cadence
of nights
in Suburbia

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McKenzie Mitchell
Poet 

McKenzie is passionate about education and books and hopes to educate others through the power of the written word. She has another poem, “A Secret Holiday,” published on Ekstasis.

Photography by Aedrian Salazar