Twilight

Mellow brown horses

contentedly cropping

sweet, emerald

new spring grass

while

above it all

the sun,

wrapped in

tender, faded blue

and

gentle peach

presides

smilingly low

on the horizon.

As the glow

lights to liquid gold

and

shy, blushing pink,

twilight comes

and

glad peace

settles over the valley.

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