Sunset At Elm Springs Poem by Titus Koehn

The gentle contours of the hills surround me where I lie,
The stillness only broken by the endless sweep and sigh
Of grasses waving in the breeze beneath the vaulted sky.

The little spring-fed creek below flows slowly on its way,
The lone tree on the hilltop catches the last light of day,
And all the shadows lengthen in the suns departing ray.

I watch the homeward flight of birds returning to their nest,
My back against this weathered rock, content to stay and rest
And watch the sunset colors fade and die out in the west.