Description

Above the hills a saffron glow—
The heavenly azure deepens higher—
While through dark pines, gleams long and low
A floating lake of fire!
Within the grove fresh winds awake,
A little gush of song is heard,
And every plumy leaf of brake
By breezy sighs is stirred.
~ Mary Barton, discoverpoetry.com
― Julian Cheek, The Awakened

Sizes: 60cmx60xm (Width x Height)