10/5/21
The sky was painted in pastels
The rain slowing to a mere sprinkle
As the sun sets
It casts a pink glow across the sky
The day of rain softened the edges of the world
No harsh lines or blinding light
A calm settles across the land
As it basks in the pastels of the sunset
YOU ARE READING
Thoughts Collected
PoetryA collection of poems written in my journal, and selected to be put here. The musings of a farmer and his life.
