Looking out of my "office" window toward the West, my gaze was drawn to the sky and this poem grew quite quickly.
Colours of Evening - 05 Apr 13
Pale salmon
Floats across cerulean
Crows return by twos
To roost
Old gold sunset
Has a smoky hue
Tasting the colours
Fleeting images
Fast changing flavours
As evening
Paints the world
With a soft brush
Muse has some interesting ways to lead me to be inspired.
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