Grace Mary Potts


My life is comprised of inconsistencies, daydreaming, procrastination techniques and occasionally, writing.

Message from Writer

I wouldn't quite call myself a novice in writing but as there is certainly room for improvement, I would very much appreciate any comment you can provide, particularly if it's the constructive kind.

At Sundown

February 14, 2015



At sundown white grass glows golden,

A beauty to the sun beholden;

Red ground ignites in shining colour,

The earth's awakening from her slumber;

Leaning gum bares pale skin to the light,

Dry leaves falling drift left and right,

And bark gleams a silver shimmer,

The tree sways and its branches shiver. 

Just a little poem about one sort of Australian sunset. Kindly edited by the woman who leads the Mt St Michael's Writers Group. 


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