Gazing out into the open.
A field goes on it seems.
Endlessly a river of grass.
Stretches to the unknown.
Glaring light blinding.
Attempting to see through.
Haze of burning colors.
Caught is the field.
Lit and burning bright.
Yet there is no smoke.
Twisting and turning.
Here and there it moves.
Spreading to the end.
Far reaches of this field.
Unnoticed it goes seen.
None but I see.
Mesmerized by such color.
Staring at a sea of orange.
Red hues burst through.
Gold paints the ground.
As I stand in awe.
The beauty I see in this.
I tell to you now.
To gaze at a field.
Caught by a burning sunset.
Copyright 2011 Lauren Hall ©
