Sunset's Glow Poem by Ernestine Northover

Pinks, peaches, blues, greys and mauves,
Clouds that cross the sky in droves,
Gently drifting and as they go,
Create such pictures all aglow,
And give a calming of the mind.

My eyes then see trees with hills behind,
A lake and valley, a peaceful scene,
Floating there within a hazy dream,
Believing that it could, in fact, be real,
In colours delicate, and which you feel,
An artist with his very finest brush,
Has painted a perfect landscape, plush.

This view to me is always so fine,
A spectacle of an, exquisite design.

© Ernestine Northover