Sunset For Poetry Jam

 
almost everyday
i would walk outside in my apron
and look at the tree pencil drawings
delicately outlined against the horizon

cows in yellow plastic earrings
would low softly
as the sun descended
quickly behind the mountains
throwing up an instant chill

the richly  technicolour cinematic beauty
was just too splendid a performance
all the time
like eating rich creamy pavlova
every day





for the first time i understood
why all of the early settlers homes
had frosted glass
they just did not want to see outside