I sat still
On the ridge
As the sun
Lay low
The Golden glow
On the
Water's flow
A gentle breeze
Kissed my cheek
As I quietly watched
a spider weave
The violets
Joyful
As if hands
in the air
The newly birthed
grass
Cool on my feet
Tickling so sweet
Brilliant white
As if glory
From above
On the surface
of the creek
The fragrant smell
A fresh cut field
Plowed
To the car
Windows down
Feeling the
Winds blow my hair
Though
Evening time
I felt
As if
Glimpses of
a new day
Arrived.