Sunset after Rain
Mist rises up
And cradles the peak
In a bed of clouds
Turning the mountain
Into the Isle of Avalon.
Backlit it a rosy glow
From the setting sun,
A soft breeze stirs the pines
And the hill seems to sail
Along the rays of glory
The sun leaves behind.
In the hollow, sunset is magic
And after the rain
The mountains make clouds.
© Harley
