nature poetry
An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
A Poem for Sunday Evenings
When I think of the coming summer, I think of evenings full of fire. The sky burns with the end of a day and the approaching night. It is an eternal struggle. It is a beautiful event to watch. I love watching the sunset and the moonrise. Nature rules all. The poem below represents my feelings about the constant change from day to night.
By shirley Luke5 years ago in Poets
