An August Evening on Bennett Hill

A clear August eve on Bennett Hill I tread,
As visitors depart, the sun paints hues ahead.
Late summer’s angle lends colors so rare,
With evening light, a sun’s gentle flare.

Geese call from afar, cows low in the breeze,
Motorcycles hum, mingling with trees.
Autumn’s touch in the air, breeze softly plays,
Wood smoke and cattle scent, nature’s embrace.

The sun readies to set, a vibrant display,
A palette of shades before night takes its sway.
Mosquitoes abound, their bites fierce and keen,
No blueberries this year, a sight unforeseen.

Despite the challenges, beauty’s profound,
A precious twilight moment, nature’s gift unbound.