To watch the sun set drawing
Past dusk into gloaming, snifter of
Balvenie in hand
And two goldens afoot, to hear
Geese chatter in the far marshes,
While skies deepen
Past ultramarine til stars above
Quicken over my small farm,
Is simply magical.
Epstein's Zoological Exposition
9 years ago
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