The sky darkens
Inkblots spread
Creating ghostly shadows
Swallowing the land.
Creatures hide Iin hollows
As spectral crossbows shoot
Icy arrows.
Suddenly white wings sweep
Across the shadows;
Golden breath blows
A magical rainbow of
Sparkling light.
We sat quietly last night upon a hill and watched the sun go down, reflecting on our fathers and watching daughters and sons walking with their fathers enjoying a rather special evening. I heard many bells ringing and owls hooting as the sun melted into the soft blanket and then darkness fell.
Angels breath floats
On tangerine waves
Over turquoise seas
As serenity breathes.
Lavender Moon: Artist, Poet and Lover of Nature 
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