The Blue Sunset

                                                 A meadow shadowed in blue delight
                                                 Amidst trees while hay rolled aright.
                                                 It was from old, so long ago,
                                                 Forgotten with memories that died
                                                 When those that housed them
                                                 Moved into formless forms
                                                 Like spirits dancing in 
                                                 The time of the blue sunset.

                                                  Jim Hime©2013