The setting sun steeps the world in gold –
Light slanting through the trees,
Making dirt roads glow orange,
Encasing crinkled leaves in dull bronze;
Dusky fields blend into the distance,
Veiled in mist, dotted with ghostly hay bales.
The pale sky is streaked with purple clouds,
Fiery pink immortalizes their silhouettes –
Emblazoning them in the ever-deepening twilight.
~ Ilana Reimer