Evening's Blanket

Written by: Caleb Smith

                                             I watch the horizon
                The oak boughs seem to be brush strokes on a blue canvas
                             Wisps of painted clouds tickle the leaves
                                       Like lovers' hands entwined
                                    In the evening their color fades
                               They become still shadows over gray
               And their soft edges resemble the clouds they contrast in day
                      As if those clouds came to earth in the cool of dusk
                                            To blanket the prairie
                Then sleep there at night to grace the stars with clear skies
                   When dawn comes they gently lift...so soft and smooth
                            One never sees when heaven greets them
                                            And the prairie wakes
                                              I watch the horizon