STIKLAND SUNSET
the silent throb
the eye-eating glitter
of the bushes,
raiment of spiritual
calm;
o feel this drenching in
beauty kneading the
crust of the earth.
STIKLAND SUNSET
the silent throb
the eye-eating glitter
of the bushes,
raiment of spiritual
calm;
o feel this drenching in
beauty kneading the
crust of the earth.