Go Thou, Likewise ~

Crimson-gold are evening skies 
and purple half-light shadows fall 
      pointing to heaven like spires arise 
      fir tree and maple tall - 

The nesting birds their vespers sing 
and chant their luring words of praise  
       till forest aisles with echoes ring 
       repeating their roundelays -

Afar the lake with its silvery net 
nearer the slope of green-grit hill 
         slowly the Great-Heart Sun has set 
         each pulsing voice is still -

But why should I tell of the color I've seen 
of valleys misty with drifting dew?
          of flashing wings in forest green?
          such  joys are there for you! 

My friend, Lorraine, very kindly 

allowed me to use her photo

thank you, Lorraine ...