Hill to hill
The sun is setting
Orange and yellow
Of the Oregon sky
Last remnants
Of a stray cloud
Last reflections
Of watery fields
The line of pines
Defining the boundary
To a faster pace of life
A crowded valley below
Porch lights
Decorating the landscape
Flickers though the trees
Wonders of what is.
Goats blending in the field
White to grey
Grey to black
Animals seek shelter
The evening comes
The day is tired
The moon takes guard
The sun sleeps low
What dreams may come
And replace our reality
That won't hide in shadow
Come the morning sun
Rest in peace
In the silence of the night
Take joy in tomorrow
In chances and open doors