Far from the river
The sun begins to slip down
To touch the horizon
Like a demure sage, all alone
It sheds its last glow on
The surface of placid waters
Where upon a streak of
Light from the east begins to shiver
In a minute or may be two
The sun is going vanish for a day
As squirrels rush to
The barns to hide in stacks of hay
The cool wind will cast its
Spell across vast stretch of land
The earth will look dull
And with light the sky looks grand
What a picture you painted with your beautiful words...I could see that sunset...great write... Annette
Hi Annette.... Feeling great getting nice comment from you. Thanks giving time. Much love.
Beautifully written, i enjoyed it, the moment before sunset is echoing within hearts. Thnaks for sharing
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very rich imagery, indeed when most people look, a poet sees.
Humbled and gratitude Sir.