Evocative

Mists in the woods with bracken in between.

The Sun descending onto the horizon, unseen,
Behind glowing pink clouds of orange, violet, golden and green.

Smell of rain, before it falls.

The sea cloaked off in mist, but surely there she rolls.

Big Moon in daylight, big Moon at night.

Nobody about, no one in sight.

A long stretching beach, where sea waves reach,
The wind blowing strong, whisks lightly coloured sand, up and along.
 

~N.W.

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