Like glass the evening air
deer peeking out from the forest's edge
rosemary bushes quietly whisper
contentedly
their little blue flowers like brilliant stars
all is well in my world
Purple clouds pointing at a pink sunset
the ethers mirroring itself on itself
dusk rapidly shifting hues
grass bending low to the ground
shy of the evening spirits
Yellow the leaves on twisted branches
galactic winds sweeping clear
the land of all debris
time to lay down
my weary soul
