My life is comprised of inconsistencies, daydreaming, procrastination techniques and occasionally, writing.
As I have now turned nineteen, I will no longer be posting on this site. If anyone is curious to read any of my latest work, you can find my writing here: https://medium.com/@GraceMaryPotts
Written By: Grace Mary Potts
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.