A picture

The suns' brilliance fades
It's now a red ball of fire
moving quickly, passing behind clouds
A soft red-pink in the sky with golden yellow shining in fields of wheat

The half moon's in the picture,
just visible enough to notice it
Clouds in clumps of dark grey, sheets of rain water
In the distance the sun catches the rain, turns it faided pink

The dogs are running in the fields,
pouncing like white tail deer
I smile and turn to see the suttle shades of light
It's alive all around me
the sky, the land, the light and me