Description
‘Round the descending sun
the clouds glowed purple;
summer tints suffused the horizon,
and cast rosy reflections on hillside
Thoughts, borne away by the morning wind,
became a vague murmur
As dawn approached,
the setting stars and breaking day
dimmed my creation of fancy;
the wakened song of birds
revelled in the dewy bloom of morning;
the languid flush of evening,
the changefulness of clouds;
And I found charm
in the substance of compassion’
VaL Smit ©

Manenberg 


