Pinks, peaches, blues, greys and mauves, <br />Clouds that cross the sky in droves, <br />Gently drifting and as they go, <br />Create such pictures all aglow, <br />And give a calming of the mind. <br /> <br />My eyes then see trees with hills behind, <br />A lake and valley, a peaceful scene, <br />Floating there within a hazy dream, <br />Believing that it could, in fact, be real, <br />In colours delicate, and which you feel, <br />An artist with his very finest brush, <br />Has painted a perfect landscape, plush. <br /> <br />This view to me is always so fine, <br />A spectacle of an, exquisite design. <br /> <br />© Ernestine Northover<br /><br />Ernestine Northover<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sunset-s-glow/
