A Sonnet of the Woods

Of sunset ev'nings in a quiet wood:
The gentle whisp'rings of that quiet place
Is filled with peace for all who there seek good
And quietness of heart from Love's embrace.
The dark'ning canopiéd tree tops tall
Stretch forth their boughs as if to catch the sun;
While far off music from a waterfall
Enjoins itself to deep'ning night as one.
Upon the canvas of the fluid sky,
An Artist paints the changing hues of eve,
Which caught upon the stream intensify
And upward bent with clouds a vestment weave.
Then with parting glance and silent tear,
The earth now slumbers in a sunless sphere.

- D. Benning   (Spring, 1978)

Technically, this is a sunrise overlooking Emerald Bay at Lake Tahoe.