Sunset over Burnley 🌅
In Explore 🌟
On a Friday evening in June
Me and my wife took our border collie, Patches, over to Towneley park at Burnley, for an evening stroll.
On the way there was this beautiful sunset, we just had to stop and have a good look at it.
I just had to take this photo.
Here’s a quote from my favourite poet…
When the spent sun throws up its rays on cloud
And goes down burning into the gulf below,
No voice in nature is heard to cry aloud
At what has happened. Birds, at least must know
It is the change to darkness in the sky.
Murmuring something quiet in her breast,
One bird begins to close a faded eye;
Or overtaken too far from his nest,
Hurrying low above the grove, some waif
Swoops just in time to his remembered tree.
At most he thinks or twitters softly, 'Safe!
Now let the night be dark for all of me.
Let the night be too dark for me to see
Into the future. Let what will be, be.
Robert Frost
Sunset over Burnley 🌅
In Explore 🌟
On a Friday evening in June
Me and my wife took our border collie, Patches, over to Towneley park at Burnley, for an evening stroll.
On the way there was this beautiful sunset, we just had to stop and have a good look at it.
I just had to take this photo.
Here’s a quote from my favourite poet…
When the spent sun throws up its rays on cloud
And goes down burning into the gulf below,
No voice in nature is heard to cry aloud
At what has happened. Birds, at least must know
It is the change to darkness in the sky.
Murmuring something quiet in her breast,
One bird begins to close a faded eye;
Or overtaken too far from his nest,
Hurrying low above the grove, some waif
Swoops just in time to his remembered tree.
At most he thinks or twitters softly, 'Safe!
Now let the night be dark for all of me.
Let the night be too dark for me to see
Into the future. Let what will be, be.
Robert Frost