Sunset at St Beuno's

Published on 22 Oct 2019
Sunset at St Beuno's

by LDH


Not all the ore nor gems on earth

Could be a greater prize

Than sunset's copper, bronze and gold,

Pure treasure of the skies.


Great Orme reclines in silver sea,

The mountains veil their green;

Above, ablaze’ the clouds reflect

A shimmering coral sheen.


St Beuno's slate is honey-hued

The garden drinks the fire

Sunflowers nod their gratitude

And trees don red attire


Spontaneous gasps, then holy hush.

Observers overawed

Venerate the heavenly gift

A glorious “Good night” from God.