The sun flames The vault of the sky Rising east And falling west, Coming and going, Touching our world With a red glow That pulses like blood Through sky and clouds, That breaks like a wave Over hills and fields, That touches brightly On trees and buildings, That fills our wondering eyes. Coming it wakes our world With the fire of its Life-embracing warmth; Going it throws All that lies beneath The darkening sky Into ashy concealment, Then leaves us To the gentler light Of the sometime moon And quiet stars. Written by Margaret Mair Painting, original art by Margaret Mair
My First Small, Beautiful Book
Contact:Click here to contact me.
Visit and Like my Facebook page.
Follow me on Twitter:You can find me at @MairImagesCa
Most Recent Posts