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A Sunset of Late Winter
By anna_svit-kona
28 July 2006
One day during a sunset in late winter I ventured outside. There was not much snow on the ground, it had just began to start coming down. It was so beautiful. The poem doesn't do it justice. Crystals on fire...



The wood becomes dusky, grass starts to grey

Beginning to rest for another day.

The sun carefully slow, lowers herself

She is unseen through thick laden clouds.

Then setting clouds afire appears the sun!

Snowflakes turn transeparent and like crystal.

Trees light up as gold, day is nearly done!

Birds shift through the trees, singing lullaby

Tired horses neigh then let out a sigh.

The vivid colors fade...daylight has died.

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Written by Gill21 (566 comments posted) 1st August 2006
I loved this poem! The imagery was great and it read really nicely (you have a thing about horses yes? hehe Me too).

Written by anna_svit-kona (42 comments posted) 2nd August 2006
How could you guess gill? :)  
I love horses. I could use some training in riding though.
The World of Nature
Written by Josie (2849 comments posted) 3rd August 2006
I love poems about the world of nature, which is so very beautiful. I am glad that other people see it as I do. I live in Wharfedale (Yorkshire), and am surrounded with so much beauty. I remember coming back from Lancashire one winter. There was snow on the hills and the sun was setting red in the sky. The hills were pink, the reservoir looked like blood, and across the fields you could see the road winding, with street lights shining - and the whole thing looked like a beautifully iced birthday cake. Look at some of my poems about the world of nature. Ode to the Bluebells is the most popular, but I like my "snow" poems.

Written by anna_svit-kona (42 comments posted) 4th August 2006
Will do Josie.

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