Sunset's Glow

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