I love that time of day before the sun pulls its beams away
Thrusts its rays onto the sidewalks
Casting a golden hue over the grassy haze
I love how my mind tends to wander
Into the moments of the sun’s magnificent pull
I wander into gold, I do wander
Mingle in gold until my eyes seem to glaze
A part of me wishes to capture these moments
Stop them from going away
Regardless that I don’t own them
Nature rightly has the last say
I love that time of day before the sun pulls its beams away
When I’m in a time warp of brilliance
Mingle in gold until the last of the day
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of the late summer nature... in our wonderful land...
Michael D.
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