WHEN SUNSET BURNS

PEACE by Sara Teasdale ( 1884-1933)

Peace flows into me

As the tide to the pool by the shore

It will not ebb like the sea

I am the pool of blue

That worships the vivid sky

My hopes were heaven high

They are all fulfilled.......

In you...................

I am the pool of gold

When sunset burns....

...and dies

You are my deepening skies

Give me

Your stars

to hold.................

Photographs 2021