Evening Time
by James Deyotte | Sunset paints, the evening skies,
In dazzling hues, of Nature's dyes.
Bands of purple, pink and red,
Painted softly, overhead.
Softness of, the Western breeze,
Makes music, through the Aspen trees.
Night songs, of a flying lark,
Heralds now, the coming dark.
Coyote howls, a mournful wail,
Slinking along, the forest trail.
Gray Owl glides, on silent wings,
Keen eyes watching, everything.
Horse and rider, on the crest,
Slowly ride, toward the West.
Pausing there, upon the hill,
Shiver now, in evening's chill. | James Deyotte
Copyright 2005
Listed March 14, 2005 |
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