While sunlight Loves the fields of wheat

Written By Brett Naseby

This afternoon turns a brilliant orange

While sunlight loves the fields of wheat

Lime leaves sway, at the end of day

As I sit back and enjoy this treat.

 

The last light eases me towards slumber

This hour teases thoughts of tomorrow

I begin unwinding and now I’m finding

Thoughts of Monday, I can borrow

 

I type alone in my fading room

I strike a tone, a mellow tune

It‘s my delight, a warm summer’s night

Which for me, will end way too soon

 
Brett Naseby https://www.brettnaseby.com.au
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