
I took this shot with my iPhone one morning from the rear of my house. Although the poem was inspired by an evening firey sky, this image seems to fit all the same.
“The sky is on fire to the west of here,
Clouds grow as evening draws near”
The old man said as he stood and watched,
The familiar hues of the colour swatch,
Of the light. She said “sure where wi…
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